P Money - Spookfest lyrics

[Verse 1: Footsie] Random ones Start spraying off bars, random ones If you listen up close, inna my lyrics, you'll hear pars like random ones (random) Nah, we can't work in tandem ones (tandem) Kidnap the game on a ransom one Come to your yard, ransom ones Slap man at his door, spank some ones Ugly, this ain't handsome, son Everyting's loaded, you'll get folded (I'm loaded) Don't act up, I'll hand you son Or I can do it old school and land you one (bang) Before you've blinked I've banged you one A good nights sleep I'll hand you one That p**y'ole said that he don't like me (so) Don't watch that, I can't stand you son [Verse 2: JME] I'm sick I used to be on foot on the strip But that's not the lick so man copped a whip Part cash and part plastic Now feds wanna search my sh** (what) Like 99 problems b**h But that's not the lick so I give them lip (truss) You can't take JME for a prick I'm hustling like Tip and Chip I used to move bits in the bits But that's not the lick so I fixed up quick (sick) Now I pick up the mic and speak I make capital Gs like Eric Schmidt (what) I will never lyrically slip Cause that's not the lick Man are making hits The day I die is the day I quit (safe) [Verse 3: D Double E] I'm lighting them up and I'm bunning them out Rolling them up and I'm bunning them down to the roach School his whole team just like a coach Been around the world I've been coast to coast And yeah I'm on this more than most Lick a man down and propose a toast I've got the styles and p's, I'm a ghost Then, then, then I come back with a banger that's nanger Man are gonna get left on a hanger He's gonna get left on the line (to dry) I've been drying him out Just like weed I've been drying him out And his girl, I've been eyeing her out Like a new flavour, I'll be trying her out When I put her in the grind and grind her out [Verse 4: Jammer] Man wanna hate me Cause I do it bigger than big, I do it big, I do it B.I.G Girls wanna rate me and wanna date me See my video on MTV Going on shady, going in lately Boy Better Know 'til I D.I.E Man, try violate me Man will get duppied like violently I don't wanna hear no more talk Man are eating great, no knife and fork But the grime I don't know what they thought Them man are popstar like champagne cork I will pop stars just like champagne cork Body outlined in chalk Hand on the Bible, lie in court No talk to the pigs No bacon talk [Verse 5: P Money] My career's got so many bidders Cause I cut more paper than a pair of scissors How you gonna come against a team full of winners With a flow that's way more amateur, they're beginners I never use the "n word", but you know what, today I really ain't f**ing around with these n***as Olympics is over but I would still bang And watch them go dive like synchronised swimmers This kid's sick What's in his hand would lift your car in the air like machines in Kwik-Fit I keep telling them mind your bloody mouth Or a bloody mouth will make you look like you wear lipstick My punchlines hit like a plastic surgeon No botox, still leave you with big lips I'm artistic With bars I can spoil your whole life and let you relate to a rich kid [Verse 6: Chronik] Man wanna run off your mouth online Arm lock man, make a big man cry Run up in the yard, 3D man's wife DDT man's child Spit so deep that I'm bringing up bile Ain't gave a man a dead leg in a while ? When I'm gone it's a ting Man better jet off Before man let off Hop out the whip, burst man's head off Burst the ting like a wheelie Before that, they were talking greazy ? Stevie Eyes closed when you see me I go Blunkett Blind on the beat, I go Blunkett Blind on the beat, I go Blunkett Sleeeeeeeeew Demmmmmmm