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Keep It Thoro (9th Wonder Remix) Song Lyrics
Keep It Thoro (9th Wonder Remix) by Procol Harum sinister laughter]

oh y'all niggas killer now, oh word
catch you comin out your f**kin crib nigga
yeah, catch a f**kin bullet nigga

[Prodigy]
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducati's 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 dems only if the math is real
If you can't match numbers then you can't have the Head Nigga In Charge
And sh*t, live nigga rhymes artist
Pardon, P dub shines regardless
Remorseless, haunt niggas like poltergeists
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 bullsh*t on the grill
I don't f**k around dunny, it's most real
I Keep It Thorough nigga
Yo let me back off on 'em, lemme back up, yo, yo
Why niggas bullsh*t on the grill
I don't f**k around dunny, it's most real
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 'n' prove
Rhymes cocky, crazy ill, mad rowdy
Did a buck off of my sh*t and wrapped your outtie
Tempermental, I snap quick, very touchy
Ayo my attitude is all f**ked up and real sh*tty
I rap like no one out there can f**k wit me
You feel different, niggas see me
I throw a TV at you crazy, b**ches say P you crazy
A +Pain in Da Ass+, nah but +f**k you, 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 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**k 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 f**k what you sold, that sh*t is trash
Bang this, cuz I gurantee that you bought it
Heavy airplay all day wit no chorus
I Keep It Thorough nigga