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 - Alan Maman / Albert Johnson
 
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Mobb Deep - Keep It Thoro lyrics
Oh, y'all niggas killer now? Oh, word
 Catch you comin' out your fuckin' crib, nigga
 Yeah, catch a fuckin' bullet, nigga
 Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
 Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
 Write a book full of medicine and generate mill's
 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 dems only if the math is real
 If you can't match numbers then you can't have
 The 'Head Nigga In Charge' and shit
 Live nigga, rhymes, artist
 Pardon, P dub shines regardless
 Remorseless, haunt niggas like Poltergeist
 My advice 'fore you get like that, is think twice
 'Fore you move on it, put jewels on it, who want it?
 Loose niggas make the news when we start formin'
 Snatch stripes off a nigga's uniform often
 Doin' it past yo' delf, you way out your jurisdiction
 Why niggas bullshit on the grill?
 I don't fuck around, dunny, this move's real
 I keep it thoro, nigga
Yo, let me back up for 'em, lemme back up, yo, yo
 Why niggas bullshit on the grill?
 I don't fuck around, dunny, this move's realMobb Deep - Keep It Thoro - http://motolyrics.com/mobb-deep/keep-it-thoro-lyrics.html
 I gave birth to your whole style and feel
 How do it feel to hold my dick in public?
 Cock blower, duplicate rap cloner
 It's me and you, do it live on stage for Dolo
 I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
 Grab niggas by the throat, show and prove
 Rhymes cocky, crazy ill, mad rowdy
 Did a buck off of my shit and wrapped your outtie
 Temperamental, I snap quick, very touchy
 Ayo, my attitude is all fucked up and real shitty
 I rap like no one out there can fuck wit me
 You feel different, niggas see me
 I throw a TV at you, crazy bitches say, âP, you crazyâ
 A 'Pain In Da Ass', nah but 'Fuck U, Pay Me'
 I'm no shorty, nigga, I stop your glory
 I'm a thorough street nigga for real, you just applaud me
 Avoid P, man, take your baby mom's advice
 I'm nothin' 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 fuck really? I miss my nigga, Twin
 Kill me, so I can join the rest of my falls up in the Heavens
 You rap niggas make me laugh, y'all crazy ass
 And I don't give a fuck what you sold, that shit is trash
 Bang this 'cuz I guarantee that you bought it
 Heavy airplay all day wit no chorus, I keep it thoro, nigga









