Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Look How Many, artist - P Money. Album song Money over Everyone, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.09.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Avalanche
Song language: English
Look How Many |
You jokers |
Money over everyone |
I’m in a skyscraper right now |
With the mandem |
Man look how many man’s lying though |
YOU MAKE ME SICK! |
OI! |
Look how many man’s trying |
I think I catted about twenty MCs |
In the scene that are tryna look henny |
Fully gassed up, none of you man are ready |
I roll with the ting that’s licked down many |
It’s not a ting if you man think you’re heavy |
Wanna squeeze the semi (heads are flying) |
Bare headtops on the telly |
That what happens when you chop off the belly |
See I don’t mind when a crew wanna test |
I everybody gets buried |
Magical straps, turn man into jelly |
And the night tings ain’t gonna cease twenty |
Shows to your bed and flip man like a jezzy |
One by one they violate |
One by one they’ll be dying all the time |
Like Kenny |
Look how many man’s trying |
I’m like «wait, watch this» (BOY!) |
Look how many man’s flying |
And now you got man on the news |
Like «look how many man’s dying!» |
I’m in the scene with bare MCs |
And look how many man’s lying |
Everybody apart from OG’z |
Look how many man’s trying |
Don’t violate me fam it won’t work |
Cock back the pump and see how it works |
(BOY!) Now that’s how it works |
Got one ting that will rock and roll Earth |
So I don’t care about too many man |
Becuh', becuh', I got a new heater |
I’ll leave man dead on the speaker |
In a war ting don’t bring me to feature |
One in a chest piece, one in a neck |
Holding the ting like «fam who’s next?» |
Fake grime artists getting me vexed |
Watch when I catch him, oi fam he’s next |
Stand over him then boom in the neck |
Pepper him up with shots in the leg |
Like «yeah, still holding the mash again» |
Look how many man’s trying |
I’m like «wait, watch this» (BOY!) |
Look how many man’s flying |
And now you got man on the news |
Like «look how many man’s dying!» |
I’m in the scene with bare MCs |
And look how many man’s lying |
Everybody apart from OG’z |
Yo |
Look how many man’s trying |
They must be smocking the rocks |
That’s your whole or a shot |
Stop talking a lot |
I’ll take your wifey and move to your block |
And I’ll fill it with cock |
I don’t work in a barber’s shop |
But I’ve got a part of your high top |
Why not? |
I’m like «my God» |
Man ah gotta run from the sky cops |
Black and red R6 got keys in |
Now I’m back in the ends and I’m geezing |
And no I’m not sleeping |
I’m at Terminal three |
Where? |
In tight jeans gotta make |
Eastern flights who been in, I’m Puerto Rican |
Now I’m at the beach I’m sleeping |
Blacks run, told man «fuck competing» |
Look how many man’s trying |
I’m like «wait, watch this» (BOY!) |
Look how many man’s flying |
And now you got man on the news |
Like «look how many man’s dying!» |
I’m in the scene with bare MCs |
And look how many man’s lying |
Everybody apart from OG’z |
Look how many man’s dying |
That’s what they scream on the news |
One shot licks and your whole team’s |
On the news, heavy artillery |
Army and generals behind me |
Man’s got a fleet full of goons |
That will beat in your face |
Forgetting beating the tune |
Plastic bags over the Gucci |
See I can’t let a next man |
Bead on my shoes, lack something off |
Forget beef on the tune |
I don’t mind if twenty man wanna back it |
That’s another twenty heads leaving the room |
Shotgun bearing deep in your wounds |
If and if you make it to the hospital |
They’re gonna have a madness cleaning your wounds |
Body parts all over the place |
They’re gonna have a stakeout when they’re cleaning the room |
Look how many man’s trying |
I’m like «wait, watch this» (BOY!) |
Look how many man’s flying |
And now you got man on the news |
Like «look how many man’s dying!» |
I’m in the scene with bare MCs |
And look how many man’s lying |
Everybody apart from OG’z |