Hot Ones ft. O.G'z
P Money
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I'm parring it
That last one, that was a par, innit?
Nah, I'm only joking, I'm just parring it
You don't wanna fight me, you're just parring it
Wow, that was a par, innit?
Mike said that your best is parring it
What time is it? Can I keep on parring it?
Why'd you bring me here? I should've parred it
Man don't one ring me, I will par it
Shoot man in the leg, smile and par it
Man can't diss me and think I will bar it
I will take it to the max and par it
Jam knows I'm the best in the clique
Most times I sit back and I par it
Hear so many MCs on radios
Sometimes I think "what are they tryna par it?"
Woah, OK
This guy thinks I'm a prick, OK
Ain't gonna say nuttin' but OK
Cause you're not sick, you're just OK
I don't know why them man wanna act sick
On the step then I see everything's OK
When a man catch me, I don't get mad
I'm just like "right, stay cool, OK"
Then I flip like "who said it's OK?"
22 Shots in your head, OK
Man said he's gonna kill me on the MSN
So I typed back "LOL, OK"
Man must think that I fight OK
Them man are still on the hype, OK
Came in the room, got a KO
Now man's asking him if he's OK
Yeah, it's the kid from the telly
Eyes too big for his belly
No, guy's too big for the semi
8-Ball rizz, that's sick and I'm ready
I'll just sip on the Henny
Had your wife on the phone like
"Oi, Littlez, come round quick, are you ready?"
Yeah, I ain't been writing much
Been picking up weight, not dieting much
But I'm back now
OGz all over the map now
Two-double-0-9, I rap now
See mainstream money, it's that now
Get fat now
Like get out the booth, get a job now
Your girl's on my dick, get her off now
Armani and Hugo Boss now
Like what'd you expect? I'm a boss now
Look how many man's trying
Don't violate me, fam, it won't work
Cock back the pump and see how it works
BOY! That's how it works
Got one ting that'll rock and roll Earth
So I don't care about too many man
Becah becah, got a new heater
I'll leave man dead on the speaker
In a war ting don't bring me to feature
One in the chest piece, one in the neck
Holding the ting like "fam, who's next?"
Fake grime artists getting me vexed
Watch when I catch him, oi, fam, who's next?
Man'll stand over him then boom in the neck
Pepper him up with shots in the leg
Like, yeah, still holding a mash again
Aight, safe
Who told this guy me and him's safe?
22 Shots in the head for the safe
Walk off, I'm like "cool, safe"
Aight, scene
Who told this guy he's in the scene?
22 Shots, bare bodies on the scene
Now I'm on the ten o'clock news, scene
Aight, cool
Who told this guy me and him's cool?
22 Shots in your head ain't cool
If you still wanna get that then cool
Aight, blessed
What makes you think everything's blessed?
22 Shots in your forehead's blessed
Now you can tell everyone you're blessed
Yeah, yeah, I'm OG'd off
Woolly hat and a OG top
Your Rollie off? One sweep, your Rollie's off
You don't know these dogs
I'm dangerous, pitbull, can't control these lot
OGz, we got the whole street locked
Patrol these blocks
Hold shots like Chelsea's goalie got
Check one
Skunk coming out of the left lung, drain from the other
Move back, pull out the flame and you're smothered
I got K, not cutter
Phone me, the same number since '03
Money on my mind, you know me
Know yourself, OGz holds the belt, woo
They can't clash me
I'll bury them
Can't fight me, I'll bun them
No joke ting, should've pumped you, bun them
I will fight, 4, 3, 2, 1 them
Even Jammer knows I will done them
Can't take all this BS from them
I will turn stone cold and stun them
Man can't move round, telling you funks
I don't care about none of these chumps
Bare man fall off but they're all punks
Man wanna violate, tell her draw pumps
Don't think you and your best friend's hard
I'll spray up your marje's yard
One of them little kids are gonna get parred
Don't piss me off cause it won't be bars
I'll let P start scratching up cars
If man's talking like he's a shooter
Wait here, I'll get the shooter
Come back with P letting off a Ruger
Head skank, somebody get a hoover
Naturally cold, dem man need a tutor
Moving bent, go and get a ruler
Gyal stuck playing too much computer
Man said "lower it", what a loser
Fool, you're on a cute ting
Man disagree, man get a mute ting
Come to your rave, blacked out on a crew ting
Straight to the door, it's not a queue ting
Bouncers are hyping, I remove him
Backseat's full up so it's a boot ting
After the rave, bare cars get taken
Now for you it's a path to a true ting
Who you talking to?
Do you know who you're talking to?
I'm not in a talking mood
Don't talk par unless you're talking food
Rah, rah, rah
Oh, you're one of them talking dudes
Your talk is cheap
My talk is true
We talk with heat
You talk in the booth