The Prodigy - Keep it Thoro (The Most Infamous) lyrics
[The Prodigy - Keep it Thoro The Most Infamous 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 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 Nigga In Charge
And shit, live nigga rhymes artist
Pardon, P dub shines regardless
Remorseless, haunt niggas 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 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 while niggas bullshit on the grill
I don't fuck around dunny, this move's 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 fordolo
I smack niggas like you
Smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'em proof
Rhymes cocky, crazy ill, mad rowdy
Did a buck off of my
Shit and wrapped your Audi
Tempermental, 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 P you crazy
A +Pain in Da Ass+, nah but +Fuck 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 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 gurantee that you bought it
Heavy airplay all day wit no
I Keep It Thoro nigga
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 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 Nigga In Charge
And shit, live nigga rhymes artist
Pardon, P dub shines regardless
Remorseless, haunt niggas 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 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 while niggas bullshit on the grill
I don't fuck around dunny, this move's 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 fordolo
I smack niggas like you
Smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'em proof
Rhymes cocky, crazy ill, mad rowdy
Did a buck off of my
Shit and wrapped your Audi
Tempermental, 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 P you crazy
A +Pain in Da Ass+, nah but +Fuck 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 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 gurantee that you bought it
Heavy airplay all day wit no
I Keep It Thoro nigga