P Money - Back in Time (Set) lyrics

It's a Saturday night and I'm sitting in my room Gotta get ready for this party soon Sitting by the window looking at a couple goons Sitting in a bimma playing a couple tunes Thought to myself I've got to phone my DJ Cause I want to know what type of tunes he's gonna play but I ain't got the credit today So I'm gonna have to buck him on Lewisham way Ring ring wagwarn it's Gabbi I'm telling you blood this party is aggy Make sure you come thugged out in your avi Bring a jimmy cause these chicks are looking kind of haggy Alright then, I'll buck you in an hour Meet me in Lewisham at the clock tower Ain't ready yet I'm just getting in the shower Put down the phone turn the music up louder Alright then what clothes should I wear Black tracksuit with the black Nike Airs I don't wanna wear that cause I see it everywhere And plus I wore that at the New Cross fair It's not fair, I don't know what to wear Then I saw a tracksuit laid out on the chair Black and red tracksuit yeah I'm wearing that there Put on my avi and then brushed my hair Took my watch, took my rings, took my knife And another few things Mobile rings as I wait for my bredrins I didn't answer cause it was a one ding Then I went outside and I saw Patrick Looking at my tracksuit saying that I smacked I said safe with a smile and a grin Cause I knew that he was feeling my black kicks Pull up in a car with 4 breddas looking kinda mean Everybody's jumping up when I step up on the scene That's when I heard a shout from Charlene Tried to hide but already got scene by the rest of her team She was looking kinda lean so I drawed this girl This girl that was next to Charlene she was 16 Blood this girl was still clean She was a virgin, telling me she's searching If she said she had a man I said I would of merked him But she told me the other day she went an turfed him Carried on chirpsing she was on flirting Couple hours dancing with this Couldn't help myself but keep glancing at this Then I thought to myself I'm not losing this After the party I'm still moving this I moved to another few gash but they weren't all that And they kept talking trash If they carried on one of them was gonna get lashed But I said f** this I gotta find that gash That light skinned one in the air force ones With her name on the front of air force tongues In the pink skirt that goes with her pink shirt Nothing can go wrong but I won't jinx her Name's Alisha, new to the ends She's got hazel eyes not contact lens Got a couple breddas to move to her friends Asked her do you wanna ride in the benz? She was like yeah, let me just get my friends It was me her my boy and her friend in the end Then I asked her "who's the man tonight?" She was like "P Money is the man tonight" When I smacked you naa not one of your boys backed you Clapped you, went Lewisham for your captain Tapped him, felt the phone that's when I jacked him Ga**ed him then i told him i just taxed, look! Damn right money man attacked him Nobody's backing him when they saw me whacking him No way in hell can you stop me from jacking him Watch when I get mad and I start stabbing him Get battering, teeth get a shattering, box him in the face Make a n***a start staggering, pack him in If he wants to carry on blabbering Put a n***a against the wall and splatter him Don't stop whacking him, keep on attacking him Back slapping and clapping and real hard smacking him Back kicking him whipping him money mans ripping him Walk off like I don't know what's happening Step in a mi path Then you're gonna get a battering start scattering When you see the gun clattering, when I'm battling Everybody's gets a splattering, it's your face that I'm shattering P Money, naa, you don't really wanna battle him Unless you really wanna find your face all battered in With this battering you're gonna get a flattening Body parts and limbs get a scattering Ok whats the dilly These n******gs here must think say dem illy Wanna see money man with the sk**y Wanna see the 9 milli make them fake like Billy Like hilly billies, this boy's gonna look silly Get physically f**ed up in forest hilly Money man dash n******gs off of the hilly Out here to k**y with the 9 milli Come through the back, put a bullet in your neck back From the black gat, putting holes in your G hat 10x raw leaving your back with a crack I rob n******gs with a baseball bat and baseball cap With a red mask dressed in black ready to give some n***as A back slap from behind Leaving MCs with a bullet in the mind, I don't care about your kind Cause I'm not kind Not kind rude boy I've lost my mind Better get your gun cause I've got mine Better get your boys cause I've got mine Draw for the mash and leave a bullet in your spine 10 o'clock past that's when I got grime Got grime then I switch into vex Rude boy don't run your mouth cause it might nuts Next time Put your life in front of the car Find your body getting licked over BOOM disconnect your shoulder Forehead spattered on the bonnet of the rover As I lose control of the car Skid pretty far Take a look over the shoulder That n***a must be in a coma f** the coma this n******gs life's over Ahh sh** thought you was a soldier Life's definitely over I can tell by the dents in the rover His neck bruck like I licked him in the head with a krobar Thought you older, made a mistake I'm not sober Drunk behind this wheel in a black rover f** the witnesses me naa see Jahova I gotta get away man I'm a soldier Could of been a star Till your head made contact with the car Body got splattered pon the tar Shoulder disconnect pon the side of the car Nobody could firm the impact of the car No you won't get far, body twist up on the floor Head still f**ed up on the car Naa, can't come against a star Drive by lick his ras clart down from far Wanna come against a star Lick him over with rover Now your body's in a coma what you gonna do When I pull up in a rover get out the car P Money's taking over I'm a pro star aim for your shoulder Bullets get let go from the rover Life's over when your body falls over Leave a n***a's brain f**ed up like Homer I'm up there like Little Dee's bars You'll receive scars when you buck up with the crowbars They're the wrong bars you don't wanna buck them bars Unless you wanna get your face shattered like vase Think say you're hot like Mars till see me draw something from the back of the car Make a n***a say rah as I take the beef far An I splatter head against the side of the car Don't try come against stars We'll leave your jaw hanging in the air like stars Its not hard for me to lay you out like cards I'll put something on your chest and I don't mean bra's Step on the set Get bun like cigarettes You don't wanna touch me an regret that we met I'm threat kitted up like a soldier cadet Get me vex an I won't bother show the respect Like an insect you'll get caught in the web With a body check you're gonna get a bruck neck It's hard to accept look I'm the threat an I'm an MC you're not gonna forget I'm complex putting n******gs in a suplex You don't wanna bet and put yourself in a deep debt You don't wanna get wiped out like Kleenex I'll eat MCs like T rex Bad for your health like cigarettes That's why I'm a threat you don't wanna take another step Draw for the tech get a gun buck to your neck I might leave your face in a wreck I'm bad cause I separate the sons from the dads You don't wanna see me get mad an bore up your dad You'll look sad when you see your dad in a black bag Trust me I blaze anybody like f*gs You don't want me to buck you when in your cab Cause I'll grab your face an then start to drag Suffocate your rarse in a black bag Got to my ends and then start to brag Tell everybody about the beef I just had How I got mad and f**ed up this boys dad Blazed this n***a in the back of the cab Put him on the floor like the back of the f*g Hit the bredda in the cab with a jab made him wobble like flab Put the rope round the leg like tag Made a getaway in a black jag Now that family must be sad Acting like a badman is so simple But would you act like a bad man with strap to your dimple? No so why you trying to act bad When the only thing you do is make yourself look sad Think your bad when front of your dad? I'll hold your dad and you'll hold a stab So I suggest you don't get me mad Run it up, I'll put two holes in your flab Sorry I don't do white flags If you want that you can beef with the white lads Dumb backing beef with your spastic dads You'll get suffocated with plastic bags You ain't bad you're just slyly mad Right jab wobble the flab and put him in a bag Drag him back to the lab let his back hold a stab That's what you get for trying to act bad You think I won't merk you cause your skin's brown Run your mouth, I'll leave your mouth with a frown I'll turn your clown face upside down I'll leave your whole crew looking like clowns With frowns, I conquer MCs like towns I'll grab your neck and twist it around Make man die on the spot with no sound Catch your homeboy on a rebound On the rebound, your whole gets shutdown without a sound Brave ones get gun down I don't play so don't ask me to calm down If I calm down, somebody else will come down That's when you'll get licked down Me naa ramp me naa play so rude boy sit down Can't come round here with your sh** sounds Get out my way before you get licked down Step in a mi path watch this gun man start blast Kick man's arse, leave him dead pon gra** What you gonna do when you see the bullets fly past And you catch a hollow tip bullet in a your rarse? You'll say ahh your boy will say rarse How you gonna talk with your mouth shattered like gla**... I'm gonna come to your crib with dagger Box you in the face an make your body wanna stagger Hype up this whole scene like ragga How you gonna hold it in when you got a weak bladder? My whole crew's badder, I'm not bragger I'll smash your face in with a black hammer f** the grammar moneyman, I'll box you up like damma I'm old school like when man wore kappa You ain't from the manor, you ain't got glamour Money man's got more ranks than Shabba Money man jacking everybody like blacker I'm old school like when man wore kappa You ain't from the manor you ain't got glamour Money man's got more ranks than Shabba Money man jacking everybody like blacker I'm old school like when man wore kappa So you better leave Put him in a headlock so he can't breathe See bare blood coming out his left sleeve Make a man shout out "don't shoot please" Get stab in a your ras clart now you got sleeves Chopped in your waist, cut down like trees That's me spitting bars on your CDs Everybody knows I'm that lyrical G I make a bad man look like a fool made of plastic You could never come approach me without a tactic Try come against my boy so I backed it Said your lyric and I counter attacked it After the beef you wanna tell me I smacked it Stop begging it, go home, get your practice Get your practice then come back an attack this Don't cat this, cause I will put you on a smack list Look I'll lay you right where you're standing Keep looking at the floor, that's where your landing Run up in your block, dash him off of the landing Can't beat money man, my flows expanding One of your boys backed it, so I banged him If I had a rope, trust me, I would of hanged him Grab him get mad that's when I stab him Money mans got the team locked like captain It's robbery time Phone desperado about 12:09 Put the gloves leave no prints on my 9 Body armour covering the lungs and the spine As I waste no time, red wine in my mind Can't walk in a straight line but I feel fine Do this crime, it's 12:29 Put the bullets in the backpack and waste no time P Money, we're outside the yard Tried to phone Venom but my house phone's barred An phone ain't charged that day was hard Felt like I just licked my head hard Real hard feel like my brain got scared I'm a target cause I feel a bit off guard And I still live large…