P Money - Hip Hop is Dead Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Ghetts] My baby mother says I'm immature She four years younger, what the f** she think I'm with her for? She told me get the hell out, I'm packing, I need a minute more Hold on, you say you want me gone, so who you cookin' dinner for? Mmm, that looks good, I'm staying When I said you weren't a good cook, I was playing Come here, give me that good good, what you saying? Don't tease me, let me push my hood all the way in Sometimes, I wanna argue for the make up s** Need it in the morning, or I'll spend the whole day upset If I'm the man in your dreams, then you should wake up wet I'm surprised not one of our neighbours really hate us yet Yeah, they say the walls have ears, babe There's four walls and they all can hear, babe I say the ceiling has feelings It must be lean, cause the smoke's right beneath it Weed, so loud I just hope these walls can keep a secret Even though there's no award for the speechless I walk the walk, and ruin floors with my sneakers Normal procedures, late night studio Ordering pizzas, Jerome should be over the moon What the f**'s he complaining about? It's a privilege recording this G sh** Book an appointment with a nail technician If you ungrateful motherf**ers wanna see tips When I say I'm going ham Fam, I don't mean E6 Wear my heart on my sleeve Don't make me the weakest, it makes me the realest Music's based on emotion, believe it So this beat's getting the emotional treatment I'm digging deeper than the average rapper I see murders getting captured on camera, right in front of me A man getting stabbed in his bladder, right in front of me Youts getting badder and badder, right in front of me You wanna be the man in the manor? Good luck with that You'll probably get k**ed by the same youts that looked up to man Diced in the alley when police left These kids'll leave a n***a lying in the street, dead Sometimes it's like a Western in the east end Grandad said if we ain't fighting with our fists then We should be categorised as weak men But, you see when everyone's got a strap [Verse 2: Bella Gotti (No-Lay)] I know what these n***as want They want a chain that swing and b**h in a thong Money in the air and a jacuzzi on the lawn Drugs, s**, rock and roll, they're dabbling in p**n Uh, don't you know it's fun The man in the office want a raise and a promotion He got a mistress, and a wife with a devotion Hoping the affair runs smooth like lotion His wife want a divorce, but he don't know of course Till she f**s his boss and like to ride him like a horse She gonna split with his money and his Porsche And she greedy, so a little bit more The hoes want the dick and the dogs want the kitty The pimp want a prostitute to make his arse rich The waiter want a tip, the alcoholic want a drink And a playa wants his old b**h to take the hint The sad want happiness, the shadow wanna follow The singer at the sh** gig wanna do Apollo We all wanna live forever, so f** YOLO And, uh The k**er wanna murder, the victim wanna live The greedy want more, and the generous wanna give The penniless want a quid And the flat chested lady want two double D tits [Verse 3: P Money] I'm smart because of my mother If you put me in a category, make sure it's other I ain't like these other rappers, I'm different I don't approve of using words people use to make fun of my colour While these other rappers were dissing and bredding each other I was paying the rent, looking after bills and my brother Got mother a four bed, climbing the property ladder What have you done for your mother? That's right, nada Base thicker than dumb and dumber Sixteen lines were- Yes, Charlie let me go again on this one You like this I didn't even rap, but I'm tryna sing Send that to my grime dons though OGz in the area, RIP NE RIP Young [?] Yeah, lemme go I'm smarter because of my mother If you put me in a category, make sure it's other I ain't like these other rappers, I'm different I don't approve of using words people used to use to make fun of my colour While these other rappers were dissing and bredding each other I was paying the rent, looking after bills and my brother Got my mum a four bed, climbing the property ladder What have you done for your mother? That's right, nada Base thicker than dumb and dumber Sixteen lines were poppin', that's right I need another number "I'm an original, I know where I'm from" Okay, so why you pronouncing one hundred as one hunna? See that sh** makes my soul suffer Baller which park, you're a toe punter Same game, but famous for different reasons I'm pitching in a field, this mother f**er is a home runner See my enemies screaming that there's a storm coming Tell 'em I said lightning ain't sh** if there's no thunder Bet me what, you're no punter with no hunger And you're no hunter, you're full of bogey, you nose runner I flow cold all year cause I don't know summer I know my lines when it comes to clashing, I'm no fluffer I'm in stitches, b**hes claiming they don't need a father figure Why you tryna holla to get to know poppa? See I know about your haters, my brotha A real brother clocks them all when he's on the come up Rack my house, and I'll rack yours, I'll take any lover I'll be screaming "hubba, hubba, hubba", if she's a stunner I ain't as skinny as I used to be I got the belly now, so mr chubba chubbs givin' her the chubba chubba Met her at three, I was ready to stunt on the stunner Made a move at 3:16 and stunted the stunner There you go again acting like mister lover, lover Yeah but P, I really love her, love her Claiming you love each other But she's undercover with another lover And she's about to reach for another rubber I ain't gonna lie, I think we were made for each other Cause she's a s**er for love, and I f**in' love a s**er Come on, how's she gonna reach for another rubber? And that' your baby mother Aah, I'mma-