[Hook]

Just make sure your P's strong, otherwise it's long

I'll end man and emigrate to Hong Kong

[x2]

[Verse 1]

When it comes to beef, I'm not on this back-and-forth ting

If lucky, hospitalised

If not, coffin-bound

If I'm that pissed, you'll be coughing rounds

It only costs Ps

Get five Gs, get the M-10

Collect general D; within a week

I guarantee his mums will pay burial fees

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Let me break it down with the five Gs:

Unregistered chips, unregistered phones

That's eighty. Then you've got the snitch

About four twenty

Then you've got the whip; fifteen

Then you've got three Gs to get the big ting

And I've got youngers that will finish him

A reward when I get the news in

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

If you want to beef me, I mean properly

Then make sure your P's strong

Otherwise it's long

Cause every bullet you fire, P's gone

Every man you hire, he's gone

Don't start the beef and then say it's long

Cause if I catch you slipping

It will be the last in him, with the ting that's dripping

And the whip I'm whipping

[Hook]