Keep It Thoro

Uh huh, oh y'all ****'s killers now

Oh word? Catch you comin' out your

Fuckin' crib, ****

Yeah, catch a bullet ****

Ayo, I break bread, ribs

Hundred dolla bills

Peel on Ducati's and other four wheels

Write a book full of medicine

And generate meals

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 we can't match numbers

Then you can't have the head ****

In charge of shit

Live **** rhymes artist

Pardon, P Dub shines regardless

Remorseless, haunt ****

Like poltergeist, my advice

'For it get like that is think twice

'For you move on it

Put jewels on it, who want it?

Loose **** make the news

When we start formin'

Snatch stripes off a ****'s uniforms often

Don't embarrass yourself

You're way out your jurisdiction

Why **** bullshit on the grill?

I don't fuck around, dunny

This move's real

I keep it thoro ****

Yo, let me back up for a minute

Let me back up

Yo, yo, why **** bullshit

On the grill?

I don't fuck around, dunny

This move is real

I gave birth to you whole style

And feel, how do it feel?

To hold my dick in puclic

Cock blower, duplicate rap cloner

It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo

I smack **** like you

Smash **** by the tools

Grab **** by the throat

Show 'em proof

Rhymes cocky, crazy ill, mad rowdy

Did a buck off of my shit

And wrapped your Audi

Temperamental, I snap quick

Very touchy, ay yo my attitude

Is all fucked up and real shitty

I rap like no one out there

Can fuck with me, you feel different

**** see me

I throw a TV at you, bitches say

P you crazy

A pain in the ass now

But fuck you, pay me

I'm no shorty, **** I stop your glory

I'm a thorough street **** 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 gangster? Then shoot me

Who gives a fuck really?

I miss my **** twin, kill me

So I could join the rest of my force

Up in the heavens

You rap **** make me laugh

Y'all crazy-ass

And I don't give a fuck what you sold

That shit is trash

Bang this, 'cause I guarantee that

You bought it

Heavy airplay all day, with no chorus

I keep it thoro ****