Millenium: Most Thorough

Published by Soul Shant Music, BMI

written and arranged by Millenium
From the lp Most Through
© 2000 House of Abdul

Verse 1:

Now who's the most thorough nigga
outside the five boroughs from the lp Most Through
I run with cut throats that cut short your tomorrows
I bring the sorrow something unlike the Apollo
Except when you loose with me no applause is going to follow
Only hollow tip clips hit the pavement
That same shit got your man hit up in the range kid
Talking about he'll flame shit yelling out his asshole
Rasshole never contest the Donnie brasco
Close cases like Colombo no need for static
I got the semi automatic to keep you humble
Now watch your empire crumble I run it all
I been there and stuck that twice I done it all
Run with niggas who love to brawl and bomb on
Bitch niggas like you who love to fall I come from
A place where gangsters don't live that long
If you believe this nigga sing that song

Chorus x2:

All my thorough niggas throw them guns in the air
And let these bitches know that we really don't care
To all my niggas down to ride and die love em' all
Forever screaming out to all my enemies fuck em' all

Verse 2:

I knock men off the top ten with my hot pen
I'm plotting for a millenium won't be forgotten
We rotten to the core giving you more
Kazi niggas kicking in the doors waving four four's
If Casino and Trump head for the trunk know it's danger
Black mask black gun one in the chamber
A lot of slugs spitting a lot of blood dripping
It only takes one hit to leave your lungs missing
Real thorough niggas murder your burrow niggas
Turn your life into a memory fuck tomorrow niggas
When you speak of my name niggas speak with respect
Before you find yourself gasping for breath

Chorus x2:

Verse 3:

Born by mistake conceived off hennesy and rum cake
Make one mistake I'm guaranteed to make your lungs break
Fuck the world die fronting or something great
Nigga fuck with my cake and something late bet something break
When them checks grow niggas heads grow
But if them checks low I bet them techs blow
Come through your front door four in the morning on the weekend
Pillowcase to your baby daughter while she sleeping
Please no screaming the most thorough you shouldn't fuck with me
If your lucky I'll put ten up in your lovely
Stubbornly you were acting now your dead bound
Lead rounds leave you paralyzed from the head down
Don't sweat now get down pray for savior
C4 ox carrier blood on my razor
Strike like Julio Caesar the underdog
Till I die all my niggas scream fuck em' all

Chorus x2: