Jammy

[Verse 1: P Money] I checked my connect, he said "P, what'd you fancy?" Open the car boot, this must be Hamley's Man know what I get like when I'm angry Got better toy stories to tell than Andy's I be rolling with a Birmingham don Up and down the country, man are moving anti Money and other tings stashed at his auntie's Man's gotta make it by doing this 'Cause me singing ain't gonna be no plan B Two shots, watch them all pour cranberry I be in the rave with Danny who might be on pills Couple lines or maybe just mandy But he's handy and his bag comes in handy If he disappears and you try a ting Whether or not you drink, I'll lick you with brandy [?] and phone Candice I told them [Chorus: P Money] I've got connects in Manny En route to my new ting's addy I'm rolling with smoke in an Addi They ain't even got a fistful of ammi I know real OGs from South That won't let you kill a P 'cause I'm family I don't talk, man recognise real You was on a bread ting, you're jammy [Verse 2: Killa P] Yo, P Money and a Killa, it's a madness Man never thought this would happen Like the first time that you heard Killa and Badness Shut down the place, it's a madness Unnu dun know 'bout mi sound Me make 'nuff teeth scatter pon ground Unnu cyaan diss P Money nuh Killa for realla The realest cuh we run the town We run the place We will tie up a boy just like shoelace Put gunshot inna mout' just like toothpaste Brain woulda travel just like a suitcase Ah nuh nuttin' fi di Killa man set di pace Ah nuh nuttin' fi P Money run di race Know seh mi gun dem venomous Buy my gun dem fi 110 of us [Chorus: P Money] I've got connects in Manny En route to my new ting's addy I'm rolling with smoke in an Addi They ain't even got a fistful of ammi I know real OGs from South That won't let you kill a P 'cause I'm family I don't talk, man recognise real You was on a bread ting, you're jammy [Chorus: P Money] I've got connects in Manny En route to my new ting's addy I'm rolling with smoke in an Addi They ain't even got a fistful of ammi I know real OGs from South That won't let you kill a P 'cause I'm family I don't talk, man recognise real [Verse 3: Lady Chann] Killa P, P Money, stop your noise Lady Chann pon the track on time Think clearly, don't fantisise Lyrical skeng in a female guise This here ah di queen of the UK grime Spin the track with 'nuff rewind Spin the track with 'nuff rewind We tell dem, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, we lock dat Ice cream, come freeze up dat You nuh hear me? Peel it back Step back, we nuh tek backchat Clart back in your tracks and brap Strip it down, make you walk in socks Flow natty, dreadlock Unnu time, don't start watch clock [Chorus: P Money] I've got connects in Manny En route to my new ting's addy I'm rolling with smoke in an Addi They ain't even got a fistful of ammi I know real OGs from South That won't let you kill a P 'cause I'm family I don't talk, man recognise real You was on a bread ting, you're jammy [Chorus: P Money] I've got connects in Manny En route to my new ting's addy I'm rolling with smoke in an Addi They ain't even got a fistful of ammi I know real OGs from South That won't let you kill a P 'cause I'm family I don't talk, man recognise real You was on a bread ting, you're jammy