P Money - On Sight lyrics

Yeah ayy, this one's wavy
Gotta do the wavy ones on sight and all that
Okay

I only deal with facts
And man have got a bag about you
I wondered why when I was
Clashing Ghetts he thought
He could get info about me off you
Snake in the grass wrong day
But we only clocked when he did a
Dub for a man in your crew
You and Little Dee was OGz at the time
You still dissed him
Go ahead, say it ain't true dickhead!
Son of a bitch
Some snitching pussy'ole feminine
Fragrance yout
Going round telling people 'cause of jealousy
The OGz are all bullying you
How can that one be true?


When it kicked off with you and them
I was still talking to you
Then he told me about MasterWriter, that's
When I said "Nah, nah, fuck this yout"
Saw NE three days before but
You never come funeral
Let me hear your excuse what you gonna say?
That you really thought the OGz
Were gonna rush you
Now do you lot see what I
Mean? I don't like this yout
This is why I don't like this guy
Remerdee came to the nine night and everybody
Knew NE didn't like this guy
Neither did I, you can ask him yourself
The next week I was really
Tryna knife this guy
When I see Dot I'm really
Tryna fight this guy
Does man really think after all
This we can go
Jammer's like I won't turn and hype this guy?
Don't know why you hype this guy
We can mix it up on the stage
That's a piece of cake but after the
Baking I will ice this guy
Baseball bat, Kidulthood, Trife this guy
On sight!

(On sight) anywhere I see my man (On sight)
Anywhere he see's my gang (On sight)
Man don't want it with man (On sight)
When I'm at work I'm well protected
Manna gotta have a helmet and tools
(On sight)
MasterWriter, you're playing offside
On or off mic it's all (On sight, On sight)
Tell man again (On sight)
Anywhere I see my man (On sight)
Anywhere he see's my gang (On sight)
Man don't want it with man (On sight)
When I'm at work I'm well protected
Manna gotta have a helmet and tools
(On sight)
MasterWriter, you're playing offside
On or off mic it's all (On sight)

You ain't been in a grimy war i'm cold
What you think they wanna sign me for?
You ain't road, shut your mout
What you lying for? And blood
What the fuck you dissing Wiley for?
I remember NE told you not to do it
Man's cool so none of us hyped that war
But, you're singing on your Snapchat
When man caught you slipping
Oh yeah, that's what they signed you for
Singing, fakest guy and I'm tired
Of you snaking guys
You dissed AJ 'cause you wanted to
Work and a man said no
Look at you, some hating guy
I saw you in my tracksuit that confirmed it
You are blatantly taking lines
And you ain't been paid in time
No savings, you've just been saving time
You fucking div oi Dot
How come when you Snapchat it's always
In studio or in a crib?
It's never on road or street
If it is it's somewhere way
Out the bit's or sticks
Postcode started with IP or TW
What kind of ends is this?
Bare talking like you're gang, gang, gang
My arse you ain't even as gang as your chick
You ain't gonna touch me bro
I've been doing this, you're rusty bro
Bare Twitter talk, stop bluffing bro
Gassing it up like say I weren't on it but
On Snap I was telling you buck me bro
'Cause to clash me, you gotta buck me though
But hmm, why don't you wanna buck me though?
'Cause you know what's gonna happen
When I buck you though on sight!

(On sight) anywhere I see my man (On sight)
Anywhere he see's my gang (On sight)
Man don't want it with man (On sight)
When I'm at work I'm well protected
Manna gotta have a helmet and tools
(On sight)
MasterWriter, you're playing offside
On or off mic it's all (On sight, On sight)
Tell man again (On sight)
Anywhere I see my man (On sight)
Anywhere he see's my gang (On sight)
Man don't want it with man (On sight)
When I'm at work I'm well protected
Manna gotta have a helmet and tools
(On sight)
MasterWriter, you're playing offside
On or off mic it's all (On sight)

On sight tell man I said on sight
Turn on your location rude boy
Putting up pictures in some weird ends fam
Then deleting it when people start
Clocking where you are wasteman
Badman that deletes tweets money man pon mic
You know sometimes you gotta do the wavy ones
Hold tight Filthy Gears