Lyrics

[Intro: Manni D] Yo, and it's Propa P in this, it's nothing Get me Myself Manni D, big up Castro, Phoenix, Kyzer, Badger, Shane It's nothing long, get me Fucking come to duppy your riddim [Verse: Manni D] (And it's, and it's, and it's, and it's) And it's badboy Manni, run up in your crib with a bally Grab the cash then carry Shank your gally, bust out your front door and breeze down the alley It's not one of them ones where you think I'm your pally But if you're not Propa, you're not my pally No one else who wait, it's just Manni No one else who wait, it's just me Listen, the 2000 and me How can you slew me, you don't make no P And if you touch mic one more time, I'll cut down your whole family tree Not tryna be like nobody else, I am real in the scene, it's me Fucking up any MC is easy The sight of my jigga make a boy go queasy [Verse 2: Castro] See I rep for the double P We cut coke with speed So we make double the P Used to shot weed on a W3 Now I move B from the heart of T to NW3 I've got the fresh food, double your key In the glovebox there's half a B Don't care if the Babylon are after me In Tottenham, see a Vectra It's a DCI That's Detective Chief Inspector Joesph the DCI Better be on your toes he's a greasy guy One time him and Officer 666 chased man from heat ninety six Breezed all the way to the M6 Hit gear six All got home before six [Verse 3: Manni D] So man get shook on my arrival When I pass you, everybody turn heads like cycle You don't wanna try get eaten like trifle You don't wanna die, stand out like the Eifel Yeah I'm an eyeful Get licked down from a awkward angle with a rifle You don't want a rival Like selling for us is just straight suicidal Bare p's we're stacking Bare of your boys we're shanking Nah blud we're not ramping C from T just stamp him out Shed man, clap him In a bodybag, Phoenix, wrap him Brap, brap yeah we're all champing Used to be a badas, what happened [Verse 4: Castro] I'm number one like Petr Cech If you didn't know then you better check I'm Ghanaian, I'm not a Czech I'll speak in Twi if you've got to check What, mic check Out to the females that know how to bounce like a dodgy cheque Suck so good you'll get a dodgy neck Get sent up west with my dodgy cheps If your boyfriend sends me a dodgy text Then he's got to dodge these teks Man's not fuckery, I won't blow off his head, I'll just dislodge his neck Best thing, tell him to watch his step If he don't want a war then cotch instead I'll put the Heckler and Koch to his head No need for his necklace and watch, he's dead [Verse 5: Manni D] Can't roll me like playdough And you better recognise I don't play though And your girl's texting me like play though And if her man says fuck me, say no And when you see me you best just stay low Or trust me I'll change your face bro Everybody knows I'm the new face doe [?] you can't face When I come round please don't give me face though Bought the new crep and the new lace Adidas jacket and jeans I've got taste for And I've got talent to feed my own waist If you wanna swing it out, what you say So I draw for the butterfly, stick it in your waist That's how you know I'm not a waste bro What a waste, bro can't say nothing to my face [Verse 6: Castro] Pick up my big bits from Essex, I Roll up in a Corsa, SXI When I spit I don't use no FX, I'm Always on point like the FedEx guy, guy Ten times better than the next guy Got you anticipating my next line Look, I don't wanna hear your next lies So just kick out man, I might let it slide Yeah, I don't need no exercise I ride low in the Peugeot XSi I've got po with two thirds pestaside I've got a bag with coke and X aside Fuck ten out of ten Mine's leng out of leng Your's can't sell next to mine I'm with pops and he's got his next to mine Hey wait a sec, that's my line [Verse 7: Manni D] Can't tell us nothing when we flip out Butterfly knife will just flick out Empty the clip out Lungs, guts, rip out Oi blud bust out Don't wanna see the niggas come out So go in Don't wanna see the gats blowing Touch down in your ends like it was snowing How can you come round without me knowing? Are you dumb blud? No diss (d-diss) Can't tell me nothing your a boffin Butterfly knife will just stop him Open the coffin Arms, necks, drop him If he tries a ting, rock him Phoenix rock him I'm from here, repping You don't wanna see me stepping I'll smash your head in Fuck it, bring the tech in And look now he's bootlegging When I touch mic you know I have to come first Man's just waiting to burst But you come fifth Who cares where you're repping, everybody best spread when I bust my nine Age sixteen and I'm neckle-ing bare guys on the roadside, I'm not even on a hype And if it's one of them ones where you send for me, you'll be lucky if I keep you alive I'll neck any MC that comes in my path Neck me? having a laugh You wanna have a chance, rude boy not half If there's arms, I'll spray up the dance in seconds Watch where you're stepping, everybody best spread when I bust my weapon All the shit that I've done in my life, I've got a little feeling I won't go heaven