Jammz, PK, Saint P, P Money - Too Many MCs lyrics

Cuh man wanna leech off me
But, you can't get the beats off me
And when nobody cared
I told 'em "don't sleep on me"
Now I'm outside of the building
I'm about to buss through
And you can't get the keys off me
You can't lean on me
I've got the torch in my hand
And plus, the whole team's on me
Got the blueprint to the whole scenes on me
So tell me, please, why you wanna test me for
I'll blow these MCs off track
Twice the power of C4
And I've got three on my tally
You don't wanna be four when I shut down
Mandem aren't getting a restore
Reload lyrics, man have got more than 3-4
So if you wanna war in the dance
Then be sure in the dance
Place yourself in deep thought cuh
Too many man wanna chat, but it's all chat
Shut your mout, don't chat
Man keep telling him it's not that
Dem man are swag
Man are getting thrown in the trash
Cuh too many man wanna gas, but it's all gas
Shut your mout, don't gas
Man keep telling him he ain't nang
It's all mad body's getting thrown in a bag

I'm gully, bro, I've got the money flow
I've got that put inna the tummy though
Said he can't be arsed so how
Come you're looking all bummy, bro?
You think you're sonic
These knuckles'll leave you with a runny nose
Tell an MC you should hurry home
I'll be giving him the shit's when I
Hit him with the curry flow
Thinking he won't get rapped
One hour plus duct tape later
You're looking like a mummy, bro
Show me the money box, self made
Nobody's being P Money's boss
When I take your gyal, it won't be funny
Boss matt Hoffman with the tricks
Told her I've got a BMX sex
That'll make her bunny hop
Trip nuts for your girl, that's a bunny job
Battling me's like a shit AC
That'll fuck up your credit and
You won't see money drop
Too many man wanna chat, but it's all chat
Shut your mout, don't chat
Man keep telling him it's not that
Dem man are swag
Man are getting thrown in the trash
Cuh too many man wanna gas, but it's all gas
Shut your mout, don't gas
Man keep telling him he ain't nang
It's all mad body's getting thrown in a bag

I put my phone on aeroplane
Mode to save my battery
When I'm on the streets, please
Don't bother me
Screwface on, you know it's that time
Any violation, it will get peak
To a point where you don't want
War at your front door man ah roll deep
Like Wiley, they get the tiger lean
Stars in his eyes
He couldn't believe what he'd seen
Halloween mask, not a trick or treat
Just donnies on job that are fully on beef
Dem man are feeble, dem man are weak
They need to start taking their vitamin Cs
Like me, from early, mama told me
Have it from no one, I'm not a chief
I am that pagan king and
You know where I live
On the front line, come about me
Too many man wanna chat, but it's all chat
Shut your mout, don't chat
Man keep telling him it's not that
Dem man are swag
Man are getting thrown in the trash
Cuh too many man wanna gas, but it's all gas
Shut your mout, don't gas
Man keep telling him he ain't nang
It's all mad body's getting thrown in a bag

You know S-d-d daint, isn't it easy to tell?
My bar's a brow raiser, fleeky as hell
When I touch mic, I've got the keys
So I don't even need me an L
To be higher than them other guys
Nothing like a button eyes, way sharper
I'm awaiting the war
Evidence? I'm the main archer
Kill man, I'll fling man six times
Three foot deep in the well
If you really wanna battle me
Come and meet the beast for yourself
Greedy, I've got the cheesiest smell
When I roll by
When I roll by, dankers, oh my
Dem man are looking for their
Friends for the feds but, I'm like hold on?
I'll dead man on his Js
I don't need any help
Dem boy dere move funny like Kenan and Kel
So we watch the name
It's not ringing any bells oh well
Just means I might dig your girlfriend

Too many man wanna chat, but it's all chat
Shut your mout, don't chat
Man keep telling him it's not that
Dem man are swag
Man are getting thrown in the trash
Cuh too many man wanna gas, but it's all gas
Shut your mout, don't gas
Man keep telling him he ain't nang
It's all mad body's getting thrown in a bag

Cuh too many MCs are washed
Their flow's washed
Shut your mout, don't wash
Man wanna send but don't watch, it's no prob
Man are getting placed in a box
Cuh too many guys are on rocks, cocaine rocks
Now their brain's all blocked
Dash man in a basket like sock
They're all lost
Ain't up to the time like clocks