Thoro
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Uh-huh, oh, y'all niggas killers 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 we can't match numbers
Then you can't have the Head Nigga In Chargะต and shit
Live nigga rhymes artist
Pardon, P-dub shines rะตgardless
Remorseless, haunt niggas like poltergeists
My advice, 'fore it 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 your delf, you way out your jurisdiction
While 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, dunnyโit's most real
I gave birth to your whole style and feel
How do it feel to hold my dick in public?
Cockblower, 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 Audi
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 with me
You feel different, nigga, see me
I throw a TV at you crazy, bitches say, "P, you crazy"
A pain in the assโnah, 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 force 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, 'cause I guarantee that you bought it
Heavy airplay all day with no chorus
I keep it thoro, nigga