If Man's Talking

Lyrics

[Intro] Spartans, what is your profession? Spartans, what is your profession? Spartans, what is your profession? Spartans, what is your profession? Yeah [Verse] If man's talking like he's a shooter Wait here, I'll get the shooter Come back with Blacks letting off a ruga Head scattered, somebody get a hoover I'm naturally cold, them man need a tutor Moving bent, go and get a ruler Gassed up, playing too much computer Man said "'llow it!", what a loser (you fool!) You're on a cute ting Man disagrees, man get a muting Come to your rave blacked out on a crew ting Straight to the door, it's not a queue ting Bouncers are hyping, I'll remove him Back seats full up, so it's a boot ting After the rave bare cars get taken Now for you it's a bus or a tube ting If I hear man talking about shooting (head gone!) I just shoot him It's a par when man has a mood swing 22 shots, bare legs moving Can you see how many man that you're losing? After this you better do some recruiting Them man are on an 8 mil' hype You see me I'm on a Mac 10' or an Uz' ting I pull the trigger, bare bodies oozing The ting don't jam, fam it's a new ting I get the info from your next girl Catch man slipping when he's out with his new ting Man ring my phone on a rude ting (safe, cool!) Watch how the mood swings Come with Little Dee Jams and Blacks Spray up the yard, I don't care who's in 10 o'clock news (fatal shooting!) Dad's upset, jumped on the booze ting Mum's all crying, can't I.D. man Face looks mangled (bare confusing!) Man's like "rah what strap was he using?" I'm like "par, that one's amusing" A man violates and I don't die Forget the guns, now it's a new ting If man's talking like he's a dapper (cool, safe) I'll wrap the rapper When the shotty licked off last summer Man said he heard it clap from Napa (woah!) Big heavyweight gun clapper No dilly, no dally, no pasa I'm not talking no sexy talk when I tell you the Shotgun is an eye-catcher There's not a man that I won't batter Cause the box that I got ain't a shatter When my fist in your face go clatter Both of your cheekbones shatter Now both sides of your head look fatter You heard whack and your teeth went scatter You can call Tintin and his little dog I'll dial up Dennis telling him to bring Gnasher Man shoots better than Kaka When I got this ting nothing don't matter If too many man wanna fly I'll send more man to the moon than NASA They ain't gonna find you with no tracker I don't care if you're a big time rapper Man said 'shut up', I was like 'cool' The ting went boom, head went splatter If man's talking like he's the business (cool!) Let's do the business If a man's not sure that I'm on beef Clap my ting and show man I mean business I can't see nobody in this But his friend's talking bare funny business Hours later the friend went missing My man should've minded his own business Now I got man crossed off of the hit list Bullseye head shot, man never missed it He would be alive if man never dissed it But he did so I let rip and I pitched it (yes!) Car, chain, nicked it Gave him a choice, man never picked it It's not my fault man said that 'it's war' I saw the situation and I flipped it Stole it from him, flipped it Now I got man telling me that I dissed it Man tried to fight me, I went ballistic Uppercuts jabs man, know that I mixed it (boy!) Man geed me up and I bitched it My boy was like "nah P who did this?" Karma's a bitch and he still went and lipsed it Now you're lying in a ditch on some bitch tip [Outro] If I hear man talking like he's a shooter Or about any shooting, or like he's a dapper Or any funny business, I'll just come to your house And do one of these tings fam [GUNSHOT] Madness Jawbone swell up and everything Shut up