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Papoose - Keep It Thoro (Freestyle) Lyrics

Oh, y'all niggas killas now? Word?
Catch you comin' out yo fuckin' cribs
Thugger, thuggacation, I always been the most consistent

The garbage truck woke me up
I needed some chips
I held the block so long I fell asleep on the strip
Transportin' to Atlantic city, leavin' em bricks
Gamble at the Tropicana, but I sleep at the Ritz
I had to build a bass box so my speakers could hit
I had to take the soles out so my sneakers could fit
Niggas screamin' sneak dissin', what's the meaning of this?
I diss a nigga to his face, I ain't sneakin' a diss
They a bunch of switch-siders, they don't keep it legit
If you look close enough, you can see when they switch
Anythin' to get ahead, they be treason and shit
But they know they scared to die, don't believe in them pricks
Life's a bitch, then you die, they be singin' that shit
But why you so afraid to lose life, cuz she such a bitch
Even turned down sex, I think with my wits
Cuz my uncle always told me, don't think with yo dick
I got some day one niggas who I'm gon' win with
We keep it real with each other, we don't pretend, bitch
When you don't wanna spool with 'em, fake friends switch
And catch an attitude, that's a lil kid shit
So if you meddle with some shit, you ain't get prick
That mean you was neva my man, lil slick bitch
Everybody can't be a rapper, you nitwit
Whoeva told you you was nice to begin with?
All of my realer fish you homies neva did trip
Cuz there's a million otha ways we can get rich
If I get em a deal, then now they still my friends, bitch
This rap shit don't determine our friendship
On any track, with my feet on the stomp
I'm so nice, I can rap to the beat of their hearts
I realize you ain't thinkin' that smart
Cuz you think we in competition, you ain't even no comp
I heard they wanna leave you sleep in the chomp
Cuz you speakin' on what happens on the streets of New York
You shouldna stuck in mouse business, so I think it's yo fault
You only call me cuz you need a reason to talk
You eva get outta line, then Nina gon' stop
No.1 with a bullet, I ain't speakin' no chalks
I'mma feed him to the wolves, lemme feed him a pot
If the wolves don't eat 'im, then I'm feedin' the sharks
Come to his hood and he wooptie, I don't need a response
Niggas know what time it is when they see the Glock
I burn em I'mma bounce, flee em and duck
Hot gun burning my side like that street in the Bronx
I drop hip-hop weekly, if it's trouble I smell
I'm steppin' to the salt, I could burn a double in hell
If I sense a funny vibe, I'mma double the shells
You got a small clip, my magazine XXL
I keep it thoro, nigga!


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