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Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Prodigy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Albert Johnson
Composer
Alan Maman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
Producer
Steve Sola for Plain Truth
Recording Engineer
Sheldon Guide
Engineer
Nino Cacacabala
Assistant Engineer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Uh-huh, oh, y'all **** killers now? Oh, word?
Catch you comin' out your fuckin' crib, ****
Yeah, catch a fuckin' bullet, ****
[Verse 1]
Aye-yo, 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 **** In Charge and shit
Live-****-rhymes artist
Pardon, P-dub shines regardless
Remorseless, haunt **** like poltergeist
My advice, 'fore you get like that, is think twice
'Fore 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 yo' delf, you way out your jurisdiction
While **** bullshit on the grill
I don't fuck around, dunny, it's most real
[Chorus]
I keep it thoro, ****
[Bridge]
Yo, lemme back up for 'em, lemme back up, yo, yo
[Verse 2]
While **** bullshit on the grill
I don't fuck 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?
Cockblower, 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 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
Aye-yo, my attitude is all fucked up and real shitty
I rap like no one out there can fuck wit' me
You feel different, ****, see me
I throw a TV at you crazy, bitches say, "P, you crazy"
A pain in the ass, nah, 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 nothin' 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 **** Twin
Kill me so I can 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
[Chorus]
I keep it thoro, ****
Written by: Alan Maman, Albert Johnson

