[Intro]
Yeah
JDZMedia, ROAD RAGE business
P Money, Money man pon mic
Live & Direct the album, out November 25th
Yo OGs, yo
[Verse]
When I run up in the yard my man was like "huh?"
Box in the mouth blud, what d'ya you mean huh?
Asked if he knows who I am, he said "na"
Box in the mouth blud, what d'ya you mean na?
Friday knicked, Saturday I got charged
Looked at my solicitor, what d'ya mean charged?
Told him grab that witness fast
Book a flight same night, business cla**
I used to reload a ni-nine BAR
Now I get reloads of the ninth bar
I'm bringing twenty man Eskimo Dance
And I'll cancel the show, what do you mean I can't?
Ten out of ten, had 'em all like rah
Man's big in U.K. and he's ma**ive in Prague
[?] the set, oh God
Live on mic, you know who's in charge
Drawn, shotgun sticking out the bush like a thorn
Car chase looking like a scene from Bourne
Two shots at the whip, whole car [?]
Girl chose man, not been with corn
But I still squash man's beef with corn
Man's freezing like a Winter's morn'
Teach man-a-man about final form
If my chain ever got torn
Next morn, somebody's mum's gotta mourn
[?] under my tee, man's warm
Not even man with me is getting warned
Dup man down in the cold or warm
Bare bystanders pressing their horn
Everybody said they were gonna back Shaun
Then watched me f** the p**y up like p**n
Man have been out there, man have been gone
Ever since D Double did a riddim, I'm on
I've been rocking MA strum all year and I've still got jackets I ain't even worn
You won't ever see me fall asleep with a sket, I'm out of that house as soon as I yawn
Tell the king, P Money ain't no pawn
I'll check one of her mates next morn'
Hey guys, 2017, can we stop these lies
All of this op talk, no one's died
Starting to wonder about both sides
One sec, lemme say what I've realised
No one's hitting no one, so all you MCs are spitting 'bout the guns you've skied
Aim of the year and say that you tried
Ha, I can tell you're a fry up guy
I don't mean bacon, sausages, eggs, I mean every morning your girl looks fried
About she's nice, swear on her life
Imagine next day when you hear that she died
Now you're hugging up her mum at the funeral, proper acting like you don't know why
Can't blame me, you're the badman guy
Lying to yourself, dickhead guy
About Lord of the Mics, dickhead guy
Dickhead, I hate this dickhead so much I had to call man a dickhead twice
Getting on my nerves 'cause your girl can't cook, she thinks she's Mel B or Beckham's wife
Dickhead, she ain't got a clue about Spice
I don't ever wanna see her make rice
You're talking like you won't get leng
Father leng, brudda leng
All your bredrins and your girlfriend leng
Her friends leng, their friends leng
Everyone knows I'm the master with leng
But when her friends come and I get knicked, I'll be scratching my head like "Huh, what's leng?"
"Say that again, sorry Sir, what's leng?"
Back out on bail like yeah what now
You're gonna get a phonecall, two seconds into the convo you be like what now?
"P Moneys outside studio now!"
See me outside, oh sh** what then?
Run out the back, cool
Come and attack, cool
Do all of that, yeah cool, what then?
So obvious you were gonna say what then
Don't nominate if it ain't grime MCs
Otherwise might do a Kanye, run up on your stage like "They are not grime MCs"
They've been on stage, stood by MCs
Don't wanna get spun by MCs
I ain't gonna find MCs, when I find MCs
I'll just drive by MCs
I don't mean drive by like drive-by
I mean, I will drive by MCs
See 'em on the pavement, spin your car round, reach into the door side, grab something and ra-ta-ta drive-by MCs
Label money right now, I can sign MCs or buy MCs
I'll switch it up and Shook Night MCs
Lord of the Mics, goodnight MCs
Pow, lace man in the jaw side
In the last bar I never said reach for the glove compartment 'cause when you're by yourself, you've gotta keep it in the door side
I wouldn't wanna be on your side
I've got youts that would jump out the banger, leave their car and take your ride
Not getting rude might save your life
Who's in charge? Live on mic, you know who's in charge