[Intro: P Money]

R.I.P N.E

[Verse 1: P Money]

Yo, one big move

Come to the yard earlier than the fed

Black spray can, turn everything red

Anybody move, bang, everybody dead

If the Grime scene was one big move

Come to the yard earlier than the feds

With a black spray can, turn everything red

Anybody move, bang, everybody dead

Dead, dead, code red

Blinding, too loud, you will go deaf

One lyric, two wheels like a moped

I'vе got the room schizing more than a cokehеad

When I touch mic, everything else goes dead

I will never get wiped on my own set

I ain't got an ego, when your girl finishes

That's the only time I've got a blown head

[Verse 2: P Money]

Head, head, code red

Dangerous game, no rules, no ref'

I ain't gonna waste time looking for a brick

I'll put the whole wall on your whole head

Now you can play patball with your own head

I'm the best, fuck what so-and-so said

So if so-and-so thinks he's so hard

So-and-so will end up so dead

1 of the best, 2 over you

3 of your bredrins are owed 4 shots

In 5 minutes, I'll lick you for 6

7 seater, rolling with 8

9 milli', put you on the news at 10

I'll bury them by 11 past 12

Friday the 13th when I spray 1-4

Duppy sets with 15 16's

17 man can't test 1-8

Under 19s ain't gonna see 20

When I let 21 go from the 2-2

23 dead, 24 minutes

When I'm 25 going on 26

I want 27 yards, 28 whips

Everyday I shot 2-9's and 3-0's, at 3-1...

[Refrain]

How ya mean? Flush Raw TV

Yo, turn this beat up more, turn it up more

Haha

[Verse 3: P Money]

Ay, F off

Go take a wrong turning, get lost

I call my new 9 milli' a shiners cah it will literally lick heads off

Dickhead, F off

Go take a wrong turning, get lost

I call my new 9 milli' a shiners cah it will literally lick heads off

Yo, sha-ta-ta-ta

Before the ting goes ra-ta-ta-ta

When I've got a .9, it's like paparazzi

Click, flash, pa-pa-pa-pa

Bone, marrow, sha-ta-ta-ta

Shoot from range, Ka-ka-ka-ka

I ain't scared of your MAC-10 lyric

Your one jams, cla-cla-cla-cla

Cla-cla-cla

Did you see me on stage at Ma-ta-ta

You can have a sick CD

When me and Blacks' drops, yours won't ma-ta-ta-ta

On my spot like Ja-ca-ca-ca

No work rate, you're a slack-ka-ka-ka

Girls love me 'cause I'm GRIME, but I still Stay Fresh like Ma-ca-ca-ca

[Outro: P Money]

'Cause I beat the tune

I said I'm P, I beat the tune

If any MC come in here shouting

Head GONE, left the room

I said I'm P, I beat the tune

I said I'm P, I beat the tune

And If an MC come in here-

Oi, shutup

Oi, Flush Raw

OGz in the building