Stuttering

Lyrics

[Intro] Teddy [Verse 1: P Money] Black taxi mode when I'm pissed off Heads getting picked up and ripped off (gone) While I front for my team when they lick shots I'm right there in the centre when it kicks off Snake ER when I'm tipped off Chillin' with solid Metal Gear, I'm Big Boss Pull up at the spot, that's 4 man drilling Plus a witness describing a F1 pit stop I don't wanna hear your shit songs You're baby food, your shit's soft This is not a rap, run a man down 'til my hip pops Forget getting reloads, I pushed it in 'til the clip locked (mad) I been there, and I seen man get ticked off 'Til this day had my lips locked Tryna hit the target, things got messy And I chipped the wall from far, that's a big shot Stop talking like you did lots I been there and done it all, jewellery and trap yards The only moves you was doing was a hip toss I grew a pair and I seen man get picked off Life has been nuts, I've seen man roasted I know animals from the Amazon One transaction, get you boxed up and posted I really been out here, c'mon man you know this [Chorus: P Money & D Double E] (Bidi-bup-up) When we walk in, man's like (Bidi-bup-up) Look how they're stuttering (Bidi-bup-up) Look how they if and but (Bidi-bup-up) Know who it is when you hear (Bidi-bup-up) Look how we got them scared (Bidi-bup-up) Old school man still paving the man, I'll combo an MC up (Ooh, ooh) [Verse 2: Chip] Yo Twenty-four-bar, let me start now Who wants smoke? Got a half-ounce Tell me what you know 'bout killin' MCs Boy you don't know nuttin' 'bout a man down It's like the youngers don't rate the olders But the olders don't rate the youngers So if I ever gotta kill a little boy on the mic Tell him age ain't nuttin' but numbers And I hate when MCs act like their problems are mine I'll handle mine, handle yours 'cah you don't want a problem with I Chip been a problem for time Could end up in a problem for tryin' No problem with rhymes Oh my god, what's your problem? You are not shootin' skengs (never) Gun talk, that's not a problem I'll use this pen, write to you like shoot me then Niggas are bluffin', gyal I swear these niggas be cuffin' (lovers) Got gyal on my line but I wifed this mic Cah she won't divorce me for nothin' Man send online for 3 minutes, think you shower Boy you never been on a set for a hour Reveal the cowards, show man powers I've done did my ten thousand hours [Chorus: P Money & D Double E] (Bidi-bup-up) When we walk in, man's like (Bidi-bup-up) Look how they're stuttering (Bidi-bup-up) Look how they if and but (Bidi-bup-up) Know who it is when you hear (Bidi-bup-up) Look how we got them scared (Bidi-bup-up) Old school man still paving the man, I'll combo an MC up (Ooh, ooh) [Verse 3: Dizzee Rascal] Hundred-hit combo, that's what I'm on But I'm in my condo, jump on your song And I'll make your song blow, I'm the head honcho So far ahead, the scene just caught up They lookin' at me, like what have you done No, stop playin' dumb, you know what I've done I cannot be son'd, how dare you talk Like I ain't second to none, go wash out your tongue These dickheads talk like they invented the gun And had me on the run, now they all on the internet Sittin' in interviews, running their gums And they sayin' they come to the manor and spun Got these people thinkin' that I hid in my Mum's Like I'm really a victim and I ain't a warrior, all on my ones Can't believe that this pussy is talkin', I'm stunned I ain't sittin' here cryin', I'm countin' my funds It ain't even worth wasting the air in my lungs at this point It's been how many years and these man are still bums It's been how many years and they're still getting crumbs Tell me why would I need a bly It don't even apply, you ain't even the guy You're the guy goin' shop for the guy standin' next to the guy You are overly quiet and shy, could never try [Verse 4: D Double E] It's P, double All day long I make P, double I don't wanna cause no trouble But if trouble come then I'm bursting bubbles I don't wanna cause no trouble But I'm ready for the dirt and P's got the shovel (trust me) The way I give man a karate kick You'd think man was the stunt double (hi-yah) Look somebody tell this geezer, or I'ma get cold like freezer Ten for my younger, send for the squeezer You get *sliced*, not talking a pizza Make a man give me the PIN to the Visa Take a trip with the visa, Ibiza Chilling out on the beach smoking a reefer In the penthouse, feet up with the FIFA You're not a badman, you're just a teefer You're not smart, you're just a cheater Tings here cold, tell her turn on the heater All my mandem can't wait to meet ya If man don't give me my P, then the 9mm will come to greet ya Make man live underground with creature Then I'm off with a sexy señorita [Chorus: P Money & D Double E] (Bidi-bup-up) When we walk in, man's like (Bidi-bup-up) Look how they're stuttering (Bidi-bup-up) Look how they if and but (Bidi-bup-up) Know who it is when you hear (Bidi-bup-up) Look how we got them scared (Bidi-bup-up) Old school man still paving the man, I'll combo an MC up (Ooh, ooh) [Chorus: P Money & D Double E] (Bidi-bup-up) When we walk in, man's like (Bidi-bup-up) Look how they're stuttering (Bidi-bup-up) Look how they if and but (Bidi-bup-up) Know who it is when you hear (Bidi-bup-up) Look how we got them scared (Bidi-bup-up) Old school man still paving the man, I'll combo an MC up (Ooh, ooh)