P Money - Study the Game lyrics

[Verse 1: Blacks] I ride back like I'm after the father Nothing to debate of who went harder I've got them four reloads in a row They're like "Blacks, you're too out of order" They're watching me and I know they're pissed They're like "how come he's doing this?" Look, see, right now Dem man are taking the piss All I did was study the game And come back a little bit harder Now they wanna hate me for it And now they wanna block me for it Won't watch nuttin', I'll sleep right through it Come and see me on stage And see how I do it Getting this money, you'd have thought I was Jewish [Hook: Blacks] All I did was study the game And come back a little bit harder Some try do it like me But that's a disaster All I did was study the game And come back a little bit harder Some try do it like me But that's a disaster [Verse 2: P Money] Oi, this game's been studied Man know what I'm like when I study Yeah, man wanna buck me on the field No, most of them man are getting studded Four man in the whip, no honeys This kind of buzz don't come with no honey Moving saucy with the samurai I will quick-quick-chop-chop, man are getting curried Becuh they're not dons They ain't in the mafia, they're not dons I've got a few Asian man that's great None of them MC and they ain't Mr Wong Quick-quick-chop-chop, headtop gone Got a few bangers and they're not songs Daniel, my fans, they ain't locked in Dem man are riders, they're locked on [Hook: Blacks] All I did was study the game And come back a little bit harder Some try do it like me But that's a disaster All I did was study the game And come back a little bit harder Some try do it like me But that's a disaster [Hook: Blacks] All I did was study the game And come back a little bit harder Some try do it like me But that's a disaster All I did was study the game And come back a little bit harder Some try do it like me But that's a disaster [Verse 3: Kozzie] Phone's a bit low, where's my charger? Dem man are pagans, straight informer Studied the game, came back with a blast You deal with Zs, I crop with the farmer Bulletproof vest, eff that, no armour [?] at your crib, all cool in drama Black is my ting, man's friends with karma Go down a road, drop a box to my father Uh, you man don't know me Man was raised by the k**ers and the OGs On top of that, my n***a, I'm an OG You can't phone me cause you're a phony Yeah, so eff what they say We make Ps, we all get paid We do shows, we all work stage I told you before, it's no minimum wage [Hook: Blacks] All I did was study the game And come back a little bit harder Some try do it like me But that's a disaster All I did was study the game And come back a little bit harder Some try do it like me But that's a disaster [Verse 4: Jammz] Yo, Kozzie, I preed the game, f** what you thought f** what you heard, dead all the talk Do I think MCs hate me? Of course Why? Cause I jumped in the game with thoughts If I hear anybody talking sideways Then I will put an MC on pause I'll come to your studio, pull out the AUX Send for the bodybag, pull out the chalk And tell the coroner to come collect your corpse Every other day, a next my man's born Last year, man was giving MCs life This year, man's gonna pull out the corn You can ask Spooky, you can ask [?] And if you still don't believe me, ask Courts For the past two years, I've been on form When I touch radio, everyting's more [Hook: Blacks] All I did was study the game And come back a little bit harder Some try do it like me But that's a disaster All I did was study the game And come back a little bit harder Some try do it like me But that's a disaster