Line Ova Line

[Intro: Manni D]

Yo, and it's Propa P in this, it's nothing

Get me

Myself Manni D, big up Castro, Phoenix, Kyzer, Badger, Shane

It's nothing long, get me

Fucking come to duppy your riddim

[Verse: Manni D]

(And it's, and it's, and it's, and it's)

And it's badboy Manni, run up in your crib with a bally

Grab the cash then carry

Shank your gally, bust out your front door and breeze down the alley

It's not one of them ones where you think I'm your pally

But if you're not Propa, you're not my pally

No one else who wait, it's just Manni

No one else who wait, it's just me

Listen, the 2000 and me

How can you slew me, you don't make no P

And if you touch mic one more time, I'll cut down your whole family tree

Not tryna be like nobody else, I am real in the scene, it's me

Fucking up any MC is easy

The sight of my jigga make a boy go queasy

[Verse 2: Castro]

See I rep for the double P

We cut coke with speed

So we make double the P

Used to shot weed on a W3

Now I move B from the heart of T to NW3

I've got the fresh food, double your key

In the glovebox there's half a B

Don't care if the Babylon are after me

In Tottenham, see a Vectra

It's a DCI

That's Detective Chief Inspector Joesph the DCI

Better be on your toes he's a greasy guy

One time him and Officer 666 chased man from heat ninety six

Breezed all the way to the M6

Hit gear six

All got home before six

[Verse 3: Manni D]

So man get shook on my arrival

When I pass you, everybody turn heads like cycle

You don't wanna try get eaten like trifle

You don't wanna die, stand out like the Eifel

Yeah I'm an eyeful

Get licked down from a awkward angle with a rifle

You don't want a rival

Like selling for us is just straight suicidal

Bare p's we're stacking

Bare of your boys we're shanking

Nah blud we're not ramping

C from T just stamp him out

Shed man, clap him

In a bodybag, Phoenix, wrap him

Brap, brap yeah we're all champing

Used to be a badas, what happened

[Verse 4: Castro]

I'm number one like Petr Cech

If you didn't know then you better check

I'm Ghanaian, I'm not a Czech

I'll speak in Twi if you've got to check

What, mic check

Out to the females that know how to bounce like a dodgy cheque

Suck so good you'll get a dodgy neck

Get sent up west with my dodgy cheps

If your boyfriend sends me a dodgy text

Then he's got to dodge these teks

Man's not fuckery, I won't blow off his head, I'll just dislodge his neck

Best thing, tell him to watch his step

If he don't want a war then cotch instead

I'll put the Heckler and Koch to his head

No need for his necklace and watch, he's dead

[Verse 5: Manni D]

Can't roll me like playdough

And you better recognise I don't play though

And your girl's texting me like play though

And if her man says fuck me, say no

And when you see me you best just stay low

Or trust me I'll change your face bro

Everybody knows I'm the new face doe

[?] you can't face

When I come round please don't give me face though

Bought the new crep and the new lace

Adidas jacket and jeans I've got taste for

And I've got talent to feed my own waist

If you wanna swing it out, what you say

So I draw for the butterfly, stick it in your waist

That's how you know I'm not a waste bro

What a waste, bro can't say nothing to my face

[Verse 6: Castro]

Pick up my big bits from Essex, I

Roll up in a Corsa, SXI

When I spit I don't use no FX, I'm

Always on point like the FedEx guy, guy

Ten times better than the next guy

Got you anticipating my next line

Look, I don't wanna hear your next lies

So just kick out man, I might let it slide

Yeah, I don't need no exercise

I ride low in the Peugeot XSi

I've got po with two thirds pestaside

I've got a bag with coke and X aside

Fuck ten out of ten

Mine's leng out of leng

Your's can't sell next to mine

I'm with pops and he's got his next to mine

Hey wait a sec, that's my line

[Verse 7: Manni D]

Can't tell us nothing when we flip out

Butterfly knife will just flick out

Empty the clip out

Lungs, guts, rip out

Oi blud bust out

Don't wanna see the niggas come out

So go in

Don't wanna see the gats blowing

Touch down in your ends like it was snowing

How can you come round without me knowing?

Are you dumb blud? No diss (d-diss)

Can't tell me nothing your a boffin

Butterfly knife will just stop him

Open the coffin

Arms, necks, drop him

If he tries a ting, rock him

Phoenix rock him

I'm from here, repping

You don't wanna see me stepping

I'll smash your head in

Fuck it, bring the tech in

And look now he's bootlegging

When I touch mic you know I have to come first

Man's just waiting to burst

But you come fifth

Who cares where you're repping, everybody best spread when I bust my nine

Age sixteen and I'm neckle-ing bare guys on the roadside, I'm not even on a hype

And if it's one of them ones where you send for me, you'll be lucky if I keep you alive

I'll neck any MC that comes in my path

Neck me? having a laugh

You wanna have a chance, rude boy not half

If there's arms, I'll spray up the dance in seconds

Watch where you're stepping, everybody best spread when I bust my weapon

All the shit that I've done in my life, I've got a little feeling I won't go heaven