P Money - If Man's Talking lyrics

Spartans, what is your profession?
Spartans, what is your profession?
Spartans, what is your profession?
Spartans, what is your profession? yeah

If man’s talking like he’s a shooter
Wait here, I’ll get the shooter
Come back with Blacks letting off a ruga
Head scattered, somebody get a hoover
I’m naturally cold, them man need a tutor
Moving bent, go and get a ruler
Gassed up, playing too much computer
Man said "'llow it!", what a loser (you fool)
You’re on a cute ting
Man disagrees, man get a muting
Come to your rave blacked out on a crew ting
Straight to the door, it's not a queue ting
Bouncers are hyping, I’ll remove him
Back seats full up, so it’s a boot ting
After the rave bare cars get taken
Now for you it’s a bus or a shoe ting


If I hear man talking about shooting
(head gone) i just shoot him
It’s a par when man has a mood swing
22 shots, bare legs moving
Can you see how many man that you’re losing?
After this you better do some recruiting
Them man are on an 8 mil’ hype
You see me I’m on a Mac 10’ or an Uz’ ting
I pull the trigger, bare bodies oozing
The ting don’t jam, fam it’s a new ting
I get the info from your next girl
Catch man slipping when he’s out
With his new ting
Man ring my phone on the rude ting
(safe, cool) watch how the mood swings
Come with Little Dee Jams and Blacks
Spray up the yard, I don’t care who’s in
10 o’clock news (fatal shooting)
Dad’s upset, jumped on the booze ting
Mum’s all crying, can’t ID man
Face looks mangled (bare confusing)
Man’s like "rah what strap was he using?"
I’m like "par, that one’s amusing"
A man violates and I don’t die
Forget the guns, now it’s a new ting
If man’s talking like he’s a dapper
(cool, safe) i’ll wrap the rapper
When the shotty licked off last summer
Man said he heard it clap from Napa (woah)
Big heavyweight gun clapper
No dilly, no dally, no pasa
I’m not talking no sexy talk
When I tell you the
Shotgun is an eye-catcher
There’s not a man that I won’t batter
Cause the box that I got ain’t a shatter
When my fist in your face go clatter
Both of your cheekbones shatter
Now both sides of your head look fatter
You heard whack and your teeth went scatter
You can call Tintin and his little dog
I'll dial up Dennis telling
Him to bring Gnasher
Man shoots better than Kaka
When I got this ting nothing don’t matter
If too many man wanna fly
I’ll send more man to the moon than NASA
They ain’t gonna find you with no tracker
I don’t care if you’re a big time rapper
Man said ‘shut up’, I was like ‘cool’
The ting went boom, head went splatter
If man’s talking like he’s the business
(cool) let’s do the business
If a man’s not sure that I’m on beef
Clap my ting and show man I mean business
I can’t see nobody in this
But his friend’s talking bare funny business
Hours later the friend went missing
My man should’ve minded his own business
Now I got man crossed off of the hit list
Bullseye head shot, man never missed it
He would be alive if man never dissed it
But he did so I let rip and I pitched it
(yes) car, chain, nicked it
Gave him a choice, man never picked it
It’s not my fault man said that ‘it’s war’
I saw the situation and I flipped it
Stole it from him, flipped it
Now I got man telling me that I dissed it
Man tried to fight me, I went ballistic
Uppercuts jabs man, know that I mixed it
(boy) man geed me up and I bitched it
My boy was like "nah P who did this?"
Karma's a bitch and he still
Went and lipsed it
Now you’re lying in a ditch on some bitch tip

If I hear man talking like he's a shooter
Or about any shooting, or like he's a dapper
Or any funny business
I'll just come to your house
Madness jawbone swell up and everything
Shut up