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Intro 1
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Verse 1
Cause I don't give a fuck about a bitch
Last on the list,
she can suck a nigga's dick
And to that punk motherfucker
Dm
C
Am
Son of a bitch who's nex t,
Laying you hoes on the concrete
Your dope ain't big enough,
fool, you can't compete
With a nigga like me running things
My pockets carry bank
Your pockets carry chalk chains
Speaking when I step on the block
Fellas wanna be down and
girls be jockin'
what the man be clockin'
A beat walks up and says,
Em
Am
show I need a dime I say, keep walkin' hoe, cause
I thought nothin' other
The twenties was muffed
and the bitch was in undercover
Petty little games that's played by the law
But they can't fuck with me because
my shit is up to par
Jump out boy,
jump out again and again
Bitches jump back in,
although I'm the man I'm not the one to take a chance
for the penitentiary by selling
out of my hand
cause everybody knows I'm
no goddamn dummy
buying friends gifts from
Spiegel's
damn fools,
they oughta make the dope game legal
cause I'm harder than a motherfucker,
nobody can move me
bitches on the dick play,
guy ain't wanna groove me
knowing that I'm hip to the game plan
Em
Am
C
they wanna step, I go left cause I'm the
Am
Em
Dm
peter man
Play back like a
Mac when it's time to make a hit
You wanna start shit real quick,
I pull my pistol bitch
And then I start busting you hoes
Why'd you fall like dominoes
straight from the streets of
New
Orleans
Night war,
Florida projects,
and now I'm down with
South
Park
Kicking the realistics free leap
Now every motherfuckin' body
and their momma wanna see me
Who is
Big
Mike?
Who is
Peter
Man?
Violent as a goddamn earthquake
Scary motherfuckers be the
first to talk some shit
And walk with that gal like
a motherfuckin' stairwell
Since she's a ho,
I'ma say oh well
And let the ho carry on for another day
Cause
I'ma catch enough to get my
dick sucked anyway
P -E -T -E -R -A -M -A -N
Em
Dm
Am
Ain't no hoe -ass motherfuckers a
She wants to fuck, she said,
Mike, you know the deal
I'm on the phone with
T, so baby won't you chill?
see it's nothing to me to
diss a bitch real fast
I can talk about the hoe and still get the ass
But back to the phone with the scope,
hurry up
He said,
Big
Mike, things are kinda fucked up
I said, what's up?
He said, some niggas are on the cut
Ain't nothing since they came,
man, it's been slow as fuck
I think it's about time that you
gather up the boys
no doubt
man, come scoop me
Pick up some weed, and don't forget the
Uzi
Feelin' hype, and I ride through the hood
Hit the block,
Dm
Am
Eight niggas chillin', waitin' to get burned
I jumped out the car, and said,
hey, yo, listen here
I've been wanting this cut
for the past two years
So how in the hell can you just move in?
You ain't from the hood,
and you ain't my fuckin' friend
Since you showed up, boy,
business has been slow
So I think it's about time
that you motherfuckers go
They all started to laugh,
they thought it was a joke
So I said to myself,
Em
Am
C
I better let the pistol smoke
I let one go, you should've
seen them hoes break
One came back and said, I
don't buy you, nigga
How can he talk shit when my
hand is on the trigger?
So I took complete advantage
of the situation
Bang, bang,
shot him twice with no hesitation
His homies came back real quick,
it was a trip
Loaded with nines and
Uzis on the hip
I said to myself, damn,
it's time to get busy
First
Ken, then
And
B -Do one with the motherfuckin' crew
We all got ready and grabbed our shit
Dm
Am
Some took cover behind the metro bus
I took cover behind the house on the corner
B -Do 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, the
J's shot another, the
Jewish went oozin' like a
KC motherfucker
Bang, bang, bang, I was slingin' lead,
one to the head, left a motherfucker dead
Took my corner back and now I'm
standin' here real strong
Hazel put the 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,
Em
Dm
C
Am
but I betcha nobody fucks over the
Peter
Em
Dm
C
Am
Man
C
Am
Em
Dm
C
I'ma let you hoes know what the
Peter
C
Am
You know that gangsta -ass nigga from the
hood that's takin' care of business
But ain't takin' no shit with it
That's the
PETA man
And that's
Big
Mike
You what I'm sayin'?
He's your
He's your
You don't wanna fuck with him
Big
Mike
He's your
You don't wanna fuck with him
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