Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All Black Winter, artist - Ghetts.
Date of issue: 10.07.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
All Black Winter |
Don’t tell me prepare |
I’m the one who gave P the career |
None of yous cared before he said my name |
Okay, I’m leaving it there |
I ain’t gonna lie this boys evolved |
He’s come a long way from Coins 2 Notes |
And Little Dee keeps sending for Devs |
Don’t worry 'bout that, I’ll destroy them both |
Blacks and everyone of his boys involved |
Nobody ain’t gonna be avoiding blows |
When I let off, I’ll lick P Money’s head off |
I’m a serial killer, he’s Kellogg’s |
I’ll put man to sleep like I be the guy that he bought his bed off |
His fans say I fell off |
I wanna know what boat they’re fresh off |
I’m undisputed like Lennox |
Coming at me with them basic bars |
It’s like trying to mix with one deck off |
You must be well off your head |
I’m ten steps ahead of the rest, you’ll get left when I wet off |
Don’t say P’s going in |
He’s just a guy that you expect less of |
When I bar, alarms I set off |
I told 'em I’m colder than Poland |
Frozen my body, could freeze a whole ocean |
Stone cold, no I don’t show no emotion |
Only when I flow and going in on an opponent |
A lot of MCs are alright |
I’m cheese when it’s dry, overly potent |
P spent '09 sending for me |
And the fans wanna know why nobody’s spoken |
And a few of them are losing faith in G H |
So I gotta remind them why I, will humiliate any MC alive |
When I reply to guys with the mic in my right |
It’s a nightmare for them |
Them man are plimsolls, I’m Nike Airs to them |
Who’s involved? |
Stand right there with them |
I ain’t hearing men talk like I’m scared to send |
Now sending, so |
And I swear revenge |
Yeah I’ve been low but I’m here again |
Some say that I’m on best form ever |
Others say that I’m right near my end |
I’m like yeah, yeah and yeah again |
Literally yeah and yeah again |
They all compare me to somebody else |
But I’m the only one you hear again |
You’re obsessed with fruit and veg |
What the fuck could you do to Ghetts? |
Bad move |
You can’t sleep like I removed your bed (Head gone) |
But I ain’t gonna lose my head (You're dead wrong) |
I’d rather shoot instead |
I take niggas out, take niggas out |
P Money MC won’t win a round |
It’s a pity, I wanted to see him stick around |
No biggie |
Money man’s silly, I’m chilly |
Gonna really tell him if he wants beef, kill a cow |
You should know, P |
I be never cooking with the flows, P |
Hit 'em with the syllables and multi |
In fact, let me kill him with the slow me, this must be a joke |
If feel like I’m on Played by Fame, this must be a hoax |
Okay, you can come out now I’ve done it, I know |
Ha-ha-ha, it’s all fun I suppose |
Until I get someone’s stomach involved |
I’ll make him stop eating |
I don’t care if a nigga’s got heart |
I’ll make it stop beating |
Number one’s the only number I know |
It’s my spot I’m not leaving |
His fans say that I can’t come back |
My fans are like «Please make them stop speaking» |
So, I retaliate properly |
P’s poor, he can’t eradicate poverty, money my arse |
Where’s all this money I ask? |
Man have got more money by far |
In fact, P’s the only money I par |
Money comes and goes |
What makes you think this money might last? |
I get me the money quite fast |
Put the riddim on |
Some say P’s gonna kill me because I don’t write no sing-alongs |
Fuck them lullaby bars |
And if this money guy’s hard |
Then pigs fly and butterflies bath |
Me and this boy ain’t bredrins |
I don’t roll with money, I like card |
Hahahahahahaha |
I told you |
Hahahahaha |