P Money vs. Big H (Hype Session)

Lyrics

[Intro: Big H] Yeah yeah Yo H inside Yeah yeah [Verse 1: Big H] Lord of the Mics, that's not funny Real OG, I don't care about money Sharpened the knife, so I didn't worry Two big machine guns, any time I duppy When I'm in country, we don't cash checks They were like "H, who you gonna clash next?" Smash man's head off the side of the decks Can't talk to me cah my name ain't Ghetts Tell me where you come from, tell me what's your name? Strap to your face? Tell me what you're saying Look don't be stupid, take off the chain Fall like raindrop, fly like plane Out to my comrades that are at war Can't forget them on the Afghan tour What did he say? Say once more? Come against H? Tell me are you sure [Verse 2: P Money] Swag He ain't even a prick, he's a fanny Man try say I linked a young tings The same prick that got himself nicked for trying to strangle a yatty First you were gonna turn up, then I slewed you online Then I swear you got nicked And we all saw your whip! Blud it was mad! I wanna phone Jammer like "Blud, I ain't clashing" I'm going mad with a strally or the swammy Catch him in Brum, catch him in Manny Catch him in Leeds if the whip breaks down I'm catching the train, I'm catching a cabby I'm Caribbean, he's made of pastry I'm already used to going mad on a patty Acting like he's all over telly, so I told man "stop fucking girls with a plasma as a batty" [Verse 3: Big H] Tell me are you cool, tell me are you ok? Kidnap Blacks, like P's gonna pay Got him on the phone like "What do you wanna say?" Tell me are you cool, tell me are you o- Tell me are you cool, tell me are you alright? Punch up P, cah he's on a hype AK rifle, ready for a fight Tell me are you cool, tell me are you alright Can't be a king, if you ain't ruled Man ain't no clown, can't get fooled H on mic, now you're getting schooled Yo, listen out when your name gets called Tell me are you stupid, tell me are you dumb? Tell me what you did? Tell me what you done? Stand over there, watch me go number one Just like Scratchy, man will get bunned [Verse 4: P Money] You should have sent Ghetts mate I ain't gonna lie, today's your stress day You're gonna get mad, I'm gonna laugh, you're gonna swing, and I'm gonna move your chest plate I skip ropes when it comes to the cardio You skip arms, abs and chest day Lying to your trainers, bare excuses Look, a black man rolling with eses, get it A black man rolling with eses You definitely skipped leg day This ain't a chess game, you can't check mates It's a check game, you should've checked mate Your manager admitted I was slewing you all over Twitter, I saw the texts mate Pull up in a 4 door, soon or rest day Pikachu, when I pork man like rest day [Verse 5: Big H] Heard you're gonna clash P Money And you're getting paid, damn, that's free money Remember them days when I couldn't see money Now look, them man are giving me money I could make more money Go to the clash and just take your money Smash man's face like H is gully Zing Zing Zoom like man's in a hurry What blud who are you? Ring my phone and can't get through AK rifle, kill a whole crew Real bad man, I don't do Kung Fu Are you learning Money? I was earning money German Whip, burning money Don't talk it ain't concerning money [Verse 6: P Money] Forget it This guy is so dumb and pathetic Ask him his name and he'd probably guess it Man has got me clashing the black Joey Essex Best in the room? Pabs - What the fuck did you tell him? Where is Ghetts? Somebody go and get him 'Cause this guy won't win this clash if I let him All this talk about H is hench - H? Hench? Don't know if he knows, well I'm gonna tell him Somebody lied, and somebody's breading You ain't been lifting, you man a been shredding Don't know what kind of protein you're getting Bare on-go's, where the hell is he heading? Lord of the Mics 6, watch man dead him