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letra de keep it thoro - the prodigy

oh y’all n-ggas k!ller now, oh word?
catch you comin out your f-ckin crib n-gga
yeah, catch a f-ckin bullet n-gga

ayo, i break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
peel on ducatis and other four wheels
write a book full of medicine and generate mills
tour the album, only for more sales
we used to catch those on the block with crills
now it’s paid shows, promoters post up bills
sign deals only if the math is real
if you can’t match numbers then you can’t have the head n-gga in charge
and sh-t, live n-gga rhymes artist
pardon, p dub shines regardless
remorseless, haunt n-ggas like poltergeists
my advice, ‘forе you get like that, is think twice
‘forе you move on it, put jewels on it, who want it
loose n-ggas make the news when we start formin’
sn-tch stripes off a n-gga’s uniform often
doin it past yo’ delf you way out your jurisdiction
why n-ggas bullsh-t on the grill
i don’t f-ck around dunny, this move’s real
i keep it thoro n-gga
yo let me back up for ’em, lemme back up, yo, yo
while n-ggas bullsh-t on the grill
i don’t f-ck around dunny, this move’s real
i gave birth to your whole style and feel
how do it feel, to hold my d-ck in public
c-ck blower, duplicate rap cloner
it’s me and you do it live on stage fordolo
i smack n-ggas like you, smash n-ggas by the tools
grab n-ggas by the throat, show ’em proof
rhymes c-cky, crazy ill, mad rowdy
did a buck off of my sh-t and wrapped your audi
tempermental, i snap quick, very touchy
ayo my attitude is all f-cked up and real sh-tty
i rap like no one out there can f-ck wit me
you feel different, n-ggas see me
i throw a tv at you crazy, b-tches say p you crazy
a +pain in da ass+, nah but +f-ck you, pay me+
i’m no shorty, n-gga i stop your glory
i’m a thorough street n-gga for real, you just applaud me
avoid p, man take your baby mom’s advice
i’m nothing sweet, ill with the guns, you pay the price
when you see me in the streets soldier, salute me
you just a groupie, oh you gangsta, then shoot me
who gives a f-ck really, i miss my n-gga twin, k!ll me
so i can join the rest of my falls, up in the heavens
you rap n-ggas make me laugh, y’all crazy ass
and i don’t give a f-ck what you sold, that sh-t is trash
bang this, cuz i gurantee that you bought it
heavy airplay all day wit no i keep it thoro n-gga

- the prodigy

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