P Money - The Motive lyrics

"Hello" "Yo whats the motive cuz" "Well i'm booking still but you gotta ring millen in to come get you" "Alright anything, man will link you up there "ight holla back" Listen, I'm at home on a dark night Gettin' dressed in front of the mirror practicing getting my bars tight And I still got a headache from last night So you know I ain't thinking too clear And I gotta rave to go to at half 9 I'll tear it down and get a few cheers I feel nuts lately I've had a hard time So I don't want nobody getting too near Sitting in my room, ounces on the bed Two phones and a gla** full of root beer Keys on the side next to the aqua Lyric book on top of the blue chair I pick up my knife and I balls it But I get paranoid thinking its too clear The computer games on so I pause it Then I leave 'cause the rest of the crews here Head hurts but my minds in a deeper state Right now I'm feelin' to par the rave 'cause I got Kats on my line ringing me for eighths Panicking like they ain't had weed for days The car in front of us leads the way Full of real n***as I don't need to name I'm starting to think I don't need a blade But i'll keep it just incase It's 7.30 in the evening I ain't strapped to the seat so the seat belt sign in the car keeps flashing and beeping I'll do it after I put the CD in Track one plays, everybody's singing along cause the one line throw keeps repeating I feel cold so I turn on the heating Then we talk about the guys beefing Nowadays everyone after cake We're on the motorway and it's after eight Crackin' joke, but it all stopped when we saw the blue lights as we pa**ed the jakes sh**, who these ba*tards? Who's duckin'? Nobody answers I got a knife in my balls and we're gonna get pulled But they went straight past us We could of made a mistake I rang the guys infront Hello, blud man nearly got pulled by the jakes Swear down you man are nuts I know, boy mans at the service station Catch up to man we ain't far from the place So we drove fast getting into the place Speeding going 90 miles per h Then we slow down for the exit You can hear the wheels skid and exit Slowly approaching roundabout driving roundabout take the second exit Driving into the town Everybody looks round scoping this one girl with a next chick Now we're pa**ing the venue looking for a space but the road signs grime on the next tip We found one but I'm late Times ticking I should be on the stage I don't wanna do a whole set on my own I just wanna get one bar sprayed We walked up to the VIP door Search through the guest list Look there's my name People are arguing : "come on you're late" "Blud shut up man, 'least I came" I walk in the rave, head for the decks Take my time I've done this before I'm tryin' to hear what riddim is next I'm with about five guys plus four, no feds inside but I still gotta check I gotta shank so I gotta be sure Bare girls here but I ain't impressed I concentrate on the motive some more Champagne sprays all over the floor Bare guys in the way, can't see who's on the decks Pissed off now the criminal minds in effect The boy with the champagne gets grabbed by the neck In my head there's an explosion Cause of commotion I heard "P money lowe it, let go" Don't touch me's what I told him I stormed off and got back to the motive I picked up the mic like a weapon It happened in a matter of seconds