Peter Gunz - Can't Get Enough lyrics

[ VERSE 1: Peter Gunz ] I put the helmet on my mic and tackle MC's I break backs of fat tracks and freeze And get up on these, and hit your knees Trick, can do what you do, they call me Peter Oh, you ain't feelin me? I ain't feelin yo a** either Now if you know this sh** when you hear Drop your blunt and your beer And put your hands up in the air Then I steer the 600 and flex through your hood I get your money or girl, I take your car, then I'm good Call me the rap k**er, thriller, loungin in my villa I'm chocolate inside, but on the outside vanilla The darker the berry, they say the juice is mo' sweet But it's 2 dollars more, b**h, if you want white meat Now I - never lost a battle in my life God came close, and yo, I beat Jesus twice I take it to your block, your party, and do my thing Cause I don't give a sh** how you n***as wanna swing [ Chorus ] You can get touched, cause none wanna mess with us I call your bluff, cause y'all just be actin tough You get bust, cause competition talks too much I know it's rough, but y'all still can't get enough [ VERSE 2: Ecstacy ] You might think I'm one of those men who couldn't keep they woman in check But all respect to the Ecs pa**in checks while you're payin for s** You take her out, you buy her things, you bring her flowers Come home, and she's with Ecstacy up in the shower Now picture that, now you wanna get your gat But I keep a strap, so get your sh** exact, I got my sh** intact And it's a fact that Jalil got my back at the face of trouble Get in that a** on the double, we blown like a bubble Shovelin and buryin our way up out to rubble, half heart half humble So all expenses paid as I'm headin up this platinum road I'm out to get it, you can keep your gold I got an album full of rocks Good luck to all the labels on lock In '96 Whodini's callin the shots It takes two to play this game, but three makes it better Master Dee, Jalil and Ecstacy, we here forever [ Chorus ] [ VERSE 3: Lord Tarik ] I can get swift as if I was Mario Andretti Mastermind, my crime time and rhymes keep steady But I'm quite ready, rhymes cut like freddy, now Give me a mic and a crowd, I'm quite deadly, how Tarik, hypnotizin when I'm comin out your equalizer Flee me when you see me, that would be wiser I know you wanna be me, ridin in my coupe As I ride by I see you sittin on your stoop Lookin funny with no money, but no cash, no honey I was told you can pay to make your rainy day sunny It's the money in my life Allowin me to get all that honey from your wife Yeah, she's tall, slim and trife Sharp like a knife, yet dull like a Sunday I met her on Monday and f**ed her on Monday That's one way to know that money comes and goes And so do freaks and hoes, that's why I don't trust em I lust for them, but I gots no love for them In the winter, I don't got a glove for them So I keep a steady pace in this race for these ladies I got her on tape drinkin Bailey's on gravy [ Chorus ] [ VERSE 4: Jalil ] I'm smooth as a Lexus, yet I ride rugged like a jeep It's the rapper Jalil, money, that's creepin in your sleep Call me Freddy, except I'm smooth, black, long and steady Ecstacy pa** the mic, cause my rap time's ready Now who wanna swing it? Don't even sing it It's party time, put your hands up, players, bring it I lounge with the big boys, sippin Crystal And when the music stops, find me in the hotel All my dime pieces in the back, where you at? I got the fatment, plus this rap sh** keeps me stacked Fly me on a plane to Jermaine, good lookin Atlanta, for representin Brooklyn, you shook, and I'm So So Def, and yet I'm so so smooth Give me a mic and a beat, and watch this blackman move Takin it to another level, flippin my steez So get up on these and pa** them trees if you please [ Chorus ] And we don't stop Whodini '96 y'all About to do this And you don't quit