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convicts - peter man lyrics

[ big mike ]
steppin out the house 10 o’clock tuesday morning
my ho is jockin, askin, “where you’re goin?”
she just sits on the bed and stares
while i tell her “go back to the n-gga you had last year”
cause i don’t give a f-ck about a b-tch
last on the list she can suck a n-gga’s d-ck
and to that punk motherf-cker tryina test me
( -gunshots- ) son of a b-tch – who’s next, g?
layin you hoes on the concrete
your dope ain’t big enough, fool, you can’t compete
with a n-gga like me runnin things
my partners carry bank, your partners carry chump change
speakin when i step on the block
cause everybody know that i’m the n-gga with the product
fellas wanna be down and girls be jockin
hopin to get a piece of what the man be clockin
a fiend walks up and says “yo, i need a dime”
i say, “keep walkin, ho,” cause mike knows the time
a hand full of twenties, i thought nothin of her
the twenties was marked and the b-tch was an undercover
petty little games that’s played by the law
but they can’t f-ck with me because my sh-t is up to par
jump-out boys jump out again and again
( -gunshots- ) they just jump back in
although i’m the man i’m not the one to take a chance
for the penitentiary by sellin out of my hand
cause everybody knows i’m no godd-mn dummy
so i get somebody else to sell this sh-t for me
buyin fresh gifts from spiegel’s
d-mn fools, they oughta make the dope game legal
cause i’m harder than a motherf-cker, n0body can move me
b-tches on the d-ck, play guy and wanna groove me
knowin that i’m hip to the game plan
they wanna step, i go left cause i’m the peter man

he’s your peter man
(stay off his d-ck) –] flavor flav

[ big mike ]
lay back like a mack when it’s time to make a hit
you wanna start sh-t real quick, i pull my pistol, b-tch
and then i start bustin you hoes
boom, boom, and watch you fall like dominoes
straight from the streets of new orleans, ninth ward
florida projects and i’m down with south park
kickin devilistics freely
now every-motherf-ckin-body and they mama wanna see me
who is big mike, who is peter man
the gangsta–ss n-gga that n0body can understand
violent as a godd-mn earth quake
take your gold, your money, your life, your b-tch, your ( ? )
scurry motherf-ckers be the first to talk some sh-t
scuffle ’em up, m-ffle ’em with a hit
and walk with they gal like a motherf-ckin stairwell
since she’s a ho i’ma say, “oh well”
and let the ho carry on for another d-ck
cause i’ma catch a nut and get my d-ck sucked anyway
p-e-t-e-r m-a-n
ain’t no ho–ss motherf-cker’s friend

he’s your peter man
(stay off his d-ck) –] flavor flav
you don’t wanna f-ck with him
big mike, he’s your peter man
(stay off his d-ck)

[ big mike ]
later on that evening got a call from t-money
i couldn’t all hear because this b-tch was all up on me
she wants to f-ck, she said “mike you know the deal”
“i’m on the phone with t, so baby won’t you chill?”
see it’s nothin to me to diss a b-tch real fast
i could talk about the ho and still get the -ss
but back to the phone, “what’s the scoop, hurry up”
he said “big mike, things are kinda f-cked up”
i said, “what’s up,” he said, “some n-ggas are on the cut
and ever since they came, man, it’s been slow as f-ck
i think it’s ’bout time that you gathered up the boys
loaded up the toys and came to kick some noise”
i slammed the phone cause i was p-ssed, no doubt
gave the b-tch her drawers and put the ho out my hoes
called up 3-2 and said, “man, come scoop me
pick up some weed and don’t forget the uzi”
feelin hype in our ride through the hood
six n-ggas deep, now you know we up to no good
hit the block and then i made a right turn
eight n-ggas chillin, waitin to get burned
i jumped out the car and said, “hey yo, listen here
i been runnin this cut for the past two years
so how in the h-ll could you just move in
you ain’t from the hood and you ain’t my f-ckin friend
since you showed up, boy, business has been slow
so i think it’s ’bout time that you motherf-ckers go”
they all started to laugh, they thought i was a joke
so i said to myself, i better let the pistol smoke
reached to my side and then i grabbed the .38
i let one go, you shoulda seen them hoes break
one came back and said, “i don’t ( ? ) n-gga
how you gonna talk sh-t when my hand is on the trigger?”
so i took complete advantage of the situation
shot him twice with no hesitation
his homeboys came back real quick, it was a trip
loaded with nines and uzis on they hip
i said to myself, “d-mn, it’s time to get busy”
gave the signal for my homeboys to get with me
first came lil’ jay and then 3-2
and bido 1 with the motherf-ckin crew
we all got ready and grabbed our sh-t
and let bullets fly because the hour was thick
we shot at them, they shot at us
some took cover behind a metro bus
i took cover behind a house on the corner
bido was bleedin, he got shot in the shoulder
i asked what happened, he said, “i tried to reload
they caught me slippin, so take care of them hoes”
i shot one, lil’ jay shot another
3-2 was sprayin a uzi like a crazy motherf-cker
bang-bang-bang, i was slingin lead
one to the head left a motherf-cker dead
took my corner back and now i’m standin here real strong
never fear death cause i was born to live long
heads were put to bed in the midst of confusion
headlines read ‘big mike fires up houston’
people read the paper and can’t understand
why i do what i do, but i bet you n0body f-cks over the peter man

he’s your peter man
(stay off his d-ck)
you don’t wanna f-ck with him
big mike, he’s your peter man
(stay off his d-ck)

yeah
now i’ma let you hoes know what the peter man is all about, see?
you know that gangsta–ss n-gga from the hood that’s takin care of business
but ain’t takin no sh-t with it?
that’s the peter man, and that’s big mike
knowmsayin?
i’m outta here

he’s your peter man
(stay off his d-ck)
he’s your peter man
(stay off his d-ck)
you don’t wanna f-ck with him
big mike, he’s your peter man
(stay off his d-ck)
you don’t wanna f-ck with him

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