Filthy Gears Make Sure (feat. O.G'z & LV General)
[Chorus: P Money]
Yo, mek sure dem man know
Mek sure dem man know
Man ah roll up and then (blow)
With the big bumbaclart (whoa)
Drive past and then spin
Press tool button and it ring
Man can't walk with my ting
And man can't walk with this ting
Yo, mek sure dem man know
Mek sure dem man know
Man ah roll up and then (blow)
With the big bumbaclart (whoa)
Drive past and then spin
Press tool button and it ring
Man can't walk with my ting
And man can't walk with this ting
[Verse 1: LV General]
It's jokes when you think we're gonna tussle
That's when he's too big for the duffel
Dons talking about "they ain't got no muscles"
Man don't give a f..ck about muscles
Lift that ting, don't care about gym
That ting spaz out, kill anything
Said don't let it ring
Anything inside's getting it too
It's peak when man drive through
Might get out the car too
Man's extra, let off an extra two
Just to make sure that's you and you
Man's cuckoo like the Harlem crew
Man know me, man do the mad ting too
That's why I stay in my black tracksuit
Ready to kweff and boom
[Chorus: P Money]
Yo, mek sure dem man know
Mek sure dem man know
Man ah roll up and then (blow)
With the big bumbaclart (whoa)
Drive past and then spin
Press tool button and it ring
Man can't walk with my ting
And man can't walk with this ting
Yo, mek sure dem man know
Mek sure dem man know
Man ah roll up and then (blow)
With the big bumbaclart (whoa)
Drive past and then spin
Press tool button and it ring
Man can't walk with my ting
And man can't walk with this ting
[Verse 2: Slickman Party]
I done said I don't ramp with the ting
I done said I don't ramp on a show
I done said if a man try diss
I done said I will let a man know
I done said about bwoy, bwoy, bwoy
Yeah, man will get corn in a row (cornrow)
Ah Gaza my ting dere
But me link Hyper, di gully man flow
If a man wan' talk 'bout kweff, let him have it
Not like that, like Chris, let him have it
One shot kweff, no need for a 'matic
Make man turn acrobatic
Man flip, then man turn all floppish
Jump in my car or van or bike and cut ish
Police road block, whole ends get lock ish
Cut through with suttin' borrowed from Boris
[Chorus: P Money]
Yo, mek sure dem man know
Mek sure dem man know
Man ah roll up and then (blow)
With the big bumbaclart (whoa)
Drive past and then spin
Press tool button and it ring
Man can't walk with my ting
And man can't walk with this ting
Yo, mek sure dem man know
Mek sure dem man know
Man ah roll up and then (blow)
With the big bumbaclart (whoa)
Drive past and then spin
Press tool button and it ring
Man can't walk with my ting
And man can't walk with this ting
[Verse 3: Blacks]
Round here, round here
Shut your mout, hold a box round here
Too much man wanna act round here
Wanna move like they're holding a strap round here
Not a badman, nah, you're a prat round here
Guns and knives and bats round here
Man will get his headtop opened, yeah
Man will lick off your hype round here
I'm a certified OG, I trap round here
To the cats and the dogs, rats round here
I'm a lyrical G, I'm back round here
Suck your mudda, don't come round here
If you think that I'm lying, shots be flying
Mumzy's crying, everybody's dying
Man don't wanna get licked down by the iron
Dem man are dead, nah, dem man retired
[Chorus: P Money]
Yo, mek sure dem man know
Mek sure dem man know
Man ah roll up and then (blow)
With the big bumbaclart (whoa)
Drive past and then spin
Press tool button and it ring
Man can't walk with my ting
And man can't walk with this ting
Yo, mek sure dem man know
Mek sure dem man know
Man ah roll up and then (blow)
With the big bumbaclart (whoa)
Drive past and then spin
Press tool button and it ring
Man can't walk with my ting
And man can't walk with this ting
