lirik lagu p money - the dub
[intro]
oi
oi blud
you’re on a joke ting, rude boy
yo
[verse 1]
i’m back with another one, shooting again
similar to 50 when i slew many men
k!lling yourself ain’t gonna work you chief
look at your skin colour, you ain’t eminem
everybody said ghetts went in twice
but i ain’t heard nothing to take a defence
how could you say you’ll pay studio time
this is my grime scene and you owe me rent
i’m the one that’s making it sense
doing that dub didn’t make any sense
it’s only made people realise what i was saying time ago
you’re a pr-ck in the ends
i ain’t gonna rush to bring this to an end
i sent years ago, this is your revenge
you ain’t an artist, you’re an actor
you’re the hood [?], you’re only bad to your friends
[verse 2]
i’m not blind, i’m bright, i’m blinding
you’re not sick, let me give some reminders
this guy thinks he can beat me
when he couldn’t even beat bashy when he was freestyling
silence, i put out way more fire than a fireman
you ain’t got a deal, stop hyping, you’re lying
that’s a jobseeker’s form you’re signing
honestly i don’t know why you done that
now no one here believes your gun chat
wait, you stole a laptop then gave it back
which kind of gunman does that?
where’s your ar-ar-artillery?
when you got man smacking you up like a rugrat
and kicking off that door to your mum’s flat
[verse 3]
how could you still talk like you’re a badman?
seriously, do you think you can have man?
you let a man get away with that
but you still spit like you deal with war like an afghan
liar, never in your life did you stab man
public execution when i hang man
allow it, i thought you was a madman
turns out you’re a lyrical schizophrenic, madman
but you know, i’m glad that you done that
you wanna throw two dubs, i will throw back
i heard from jail you still owe one or two man a bl-wj-b
that’s why you don’t wanna go back
what? snitch on who?
you’re so g-ssed
he ain’t gonna react like he did with bashy
now he’s thinking, “how does he know that?”
because he’s a batty boy, know that
[verse 4]
skad–sh in your face, hold that
now you wish that you never wrote that
i don’t wanna hear someone’s [?] draw for whatever
shut up, go and get your own gat
man are telling me ghetts is spineless
d-mn right because he ain’t got his back
and you don’t back your breddrins
so let me ask you this question
where was you when the beef kicked off
in eskimo dance with tempz and griminal?
you was like, “allow it”, how typical
how am i supposed to believe your rough talk
when you’re scared of the word “physical”
when i’m upfront, might finish in clinical
the help you’re gonna need is spiritual
be quiet, keep your name to a minimal
[verse 5]
shut up, you can’t hide from it
none of your tunes will blow unless i’m on it
you ain’t getting signed
it’s only a distribution deal, stop putting hype on it
it’s not happening, stop putting time on it
you can’t beat me, i’m brolic
i’m k!lling you now, so your suicide was a failure
now you look dead and psychotic
“always ready”, somebody tell him
whoever gave you the idea isn’t hoping
“me plus eight on a guest list”
i was there one time when you couldn’t even get yourself in
i’m direct, you’re on a stealth ting
i draw the lyrics, take on a detour ting
you try to be the new crazy t-tch
n-body rated it, so you jumped on a girls ting
[verse 6]
talking about phone calls and singing
you performed sing 4 me live on the stage
“i make the gyal dem sing for me”, shut up
listen, i can’t hear no girl singing
ghetts or ghetto, you’ll both go missing
bare shots fired, not once did i miss him
he’s a lyrical kidnapper
hang around him for too long, watch your flow go missing
you’ll shank who six times? you -rs-hole
and live where? not glasgow
you wouldn’t be safe thieving in glasgow
i get the goons out for you
i got so many straps that my back looks like a bar code
say you’re better but i’m high demand, though
you’ll swing and then get both your arms rolled
[outro]
we can go stratford, [?] or [?]
or in fact we can swing it in cargoes
you’ll back down when the first bar licks off
trigger i be nutting, you be letting no blitz off
i’ll slap both of your lips off
lords of the mics 3, history
you would’ve got pr-cked off
you needed help for this one
if grime flopped, ghetts wouldn’t be p-ssed off
he’d still have the job as a lookalike chris rock
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