Skepta - Greatest Hits lyrics

[Verse] Yeah it's Joseph Boy Better know I want P's, that's paper, that's money I'm not H-A-P-P-Y My name's Skepta, also known as H-A-Y 'Cuz if I got P's I'm happy These emcees are happy with a G But I'm gonna keep making P Until the government have to put a bullet in my Boy Better Know team When are these man gonna see They emcees ain't the same as me I had a Grime hit in 2003 God gave me a body and blessed it 'cuz my fingers made Duppy Private caller, DTI, top producer Post-Eskimo, effin' with the team My two lips said "You don't wanna see me on the scene" Go on then, what d'ya mean, what d'ya mean But, their fingers and lips are just stinkin' of green Always lean Now they wanna hate on Skepta 'Cuz I make the greatest hits C-list, B-list, A-list hits, so many hits Manna threatening to hit me in my face 'Cuz I get so many hits on MySpace Plus I'm known in the bits I'm not any Tom, Dick Jake in the bits I'm making the hits And you can't even hit your girl's G-spot These emcees would love to see me flop You would never get the respect we've got Got so many hits on the hit list Forget a guest list I walk up to the entrance And tell the bouncer I come with these lot Ten man strong Everybody looking like we just been to the Boy Better know tee shop I'm hot like a teapot, I'm the best Now everybody can see that your just floating around at the bottom with the rest I'm bouncin' around in the top like Jordan's breasts I believe in the team so much I got the logo printed on my chest You're looking at a star when you're looking at S So it's best you confess that I make the greats hits You know what time it is When our Maximum plays singles [?] than deeper Three big underground Grime songs hit you in your head out And if we're talkin' about Boy Better Know I draw for gangsters don't get rude, Eskiboy, serious and dead out I know what you heard JME said out If you ain't got a btter lyric then get out You can't see me I'm too far ahead out I'm gone like a 180 moped out here Now the major labels wanna bread out If you want a big beat, check me I'm controlling the beats like Mike Skinner and [?] I don't make swag beats, I'm a hit maker Your just a fake English heat maker Them tunes ain't gonna make no paper Why you tryna make tandoori, when you're baker? That's not gonna work Like fat Charlier tryin' to marry Kat Slater Don't make sense and it definitely don't make pence Let alone paper I make the greatest hits And you won't hear Skepta talk about freebies no more Because every tune I make, I can make a video for If you want a big beat, just contact me and be well mannered Give it to a DJ, watch it get hammered and battered I'm eating big food, them man want a salad I produce the bug tunes But they still wanna still wanna go and spit on some Sneakbo ballad I told them to haller at the kid, but they never hallered All you gotta do is ask But if I say yes, I might mean no But if I say no, I don't mean yes If you don't like it get a flight to Budapest Your crews a mess, call it a day 'Cuz Little Nastie woulda said that [?] woulda said your'se swaggin' away I when it comes to producin' I'm like Dr, Dre Everyime I go on a PC, I make a big hit, it's like Groundhog day My tunes are dirty like foreplay None of you little spitters can say that I don't make the greatest hits Skepta, I make the greatest hits I didn't even say take you at remix [?], Meridian wharf, Pied Piper remix Boy better know It's a lock Skepta Go on then