P Money - Mug lyrics
[P Money - Mug lyrics]
Yeah, yo
Indirect and I will direct man to your house
I guess I weren't lying
Cuh man came round to your studio when
A man couldn't find your house
Fans were like "P, what's all this about?"
I smacked him up for a
Diss that wasn't even out
Had him holding his head like
"How'd he find out?"
When I asked what you were saying
You couldn't find your mouth
In fact Joseph when I ran up in
Your studio you was like "Huh?" (bow)
Dazed you was like "Wait!" (bow)
Dickhead, shut your mouth (bow)
Now you're putting on a show about how you're
Gonna get at me now but at the
Time of getting banged in your face your show
Was I'm a celebrity get me out
Man doubted me and wanna bread me now
No, stay over there (mug)
When I got it cracking you ran (mug)
Never even pulled out the shank (mug)
I just stamped on the bredda and skanked
(mug) i swear down ask him what he done
In fact ask him if he even swang back once
About two against one
This was all before you saw Blacks you mug
Last guy that rivalled me got spun
I ain't even gonna tell him
How the other got done
Cause you got done the same way you punk
You bitches ain't on shit one bag of nuns
I don't wanna hear no lyric
About one bag of guns
Smacked up bare times and got back no one
And you ain't never backed no one
With that CV I wouldn't back to back no one
Oi Dot
You are not holding a gun you got boxed
All you do is phone everyone
You're worse than my old groupies
Man held a beating
Went online and then he told everyone
Young Dot, Dot Rotten, Zeph Ellis
Big Dotti all smacked up and
Then rolled into one
Man said he ain't snitching so what was
You doing when you told everybody
You're trying
Stop with the gassing and stop with the lying
You've been moist for years
Well now you ain't drying
Talking the hardest like we
Don't remember when
Desperado had you in the basement crying
Thought it was your time
You thought you was dying
Cause you know what one of my
Guys get like with the iron
Calling for help begging a man
To save you from
Where I'm sitting that's a lot of relying
You were like 29, grown men don't rely
You don't want this smoke brudda don't lie
Thought you was a gun man
Months have gone by and all you've done
Is huff and puff and write
Oh my god bro, Jesus Christ
How you getting boxed up in
The same place twice?
Thought you would jump in the whip and ride
Instead you went home with your forehead iced
Lusardi asking if you're alright
Dunno bout you but had a good night
Montana mode, but you ain't ever pushed white
You're a jumper
You've never been a hood type
Bro this like Marlo from The Wire going up
Against a man fresh out of Brookside
Thought you was going on dread, cut man
And left man with a short, back and sides
Indirect and I will direct man to your house
I guess I weren't lying
Cuh man came round to your studio when
A man couldn't find your house
Fans were like "P, what's all this about?"
I smacked him up for a
Diss that wasn't even out
Had him holding his head like
"How'd he find out?"
When I asked what you were saying
You couldn't find your mouth
In fact Joseph when I ran up in
Your studio you was like "Huh?" (bow)
Dazed you was like "Wait!" (bow)
Dickhead, shut your mouth (bow)
Now you're putting on a show about how you're
Gonna get at me now but at the
Time of getting banged in your face your show
Was I'm a celebrity get me out
Man doubted me and wanna bread me now
No, stay over there (mug)
When I got it cracking you ran (mug)
Never even pulled out the shank (mug)
I just stamped on the bredda and skanked
(mug) i swear down ask him what he done
In fact ask him if he even swang back once
About two against one
This was all before you saw Blacks you mug
Last guy that rivalled me got spun
I ain't even gonna tell him
How the other got done
Cause you got done the same way you punk
You bitches ain't on shit one bag of nuns
I don't wanna hear no lyric
About one bag of guns
Smacked up bare times and got back no one
And you ain't never backed no one
With that CV I wouldn't back to back no one
Oi Dot
You are not holding a gun you got boxed
All you do is phone everyone
You're worse than my old groupies
Man held a beating
Went online and then he told everyone
Young Dot, Dot Rotten, Zeph Ellis
Big Dotti all smacked up and
Then rolled into one
Man said he ain't snitching so what was
You doing when you told everybody
You're trying
Stop with the gassing and stop with the lying
You've been moist for years
Well now you ain't drying
Talking the hardest like we
Don't remember when
Desperado had you in the basement crying
Thought it was your time
You thought you was dying
Cause you know what one of my
Guys get like with the iron
Calling for help begging a man
To save you from
Where I'm sitting that's a lot of relying
You were like 29, grown men don't rely
You don't want this smoke brudda don't lie
Thought you was a gun man
Months have gone by and all you've done
Is huff and puff and write
Oh my god bro, Jesus Christ
How you getting boxed up in
The same place twice?
Thought you would jump in the whip and ride
Instead you went home with your forehead iced
Lusardi asking if you're alright
Dunno bout you but had a good night
Montana mode, but you ain't ever pushed white
You're a jumper
You've never been a hood type
Bro this like Marlo from The Wire going up
Against a man fresh out of Brookside
Thought you was going on dread, cut man
And left man with a short, back and sides