The 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***a you had last year" Cause I don't give a f** about a b**h Last on the list she can s** a n***a's dick And to that punk motherf**er tryina test me ( *gunshots* ) Son of a b**h - who's next, G? Layin you hoes on the concrete Your dope ain't big enough, fool, you can't compete With a n***a 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***a 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**h was an undercover Petty little games that's played by the law But they can't f** with me because my sh** 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 goddamn dummy So I get somebody else to sell this sh** for me Buyin fresh gifts from Spiegel's Damn fools, they oughta make the dope game legal Cause I'm harder than a motherf**er, nobody can move me b**hes on the dick, 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 dick) --] Flavor Flav [ Big Mike ] Lay back like a mack when it's time to make a hit You wanna start sh** real quick, I pull my pistol, b**h 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**in-body and they mama wanna see me Who is Big Mike, who is Peter Man The gangsta-a** n***a that nobody can understand Violent as a goddamn earth quake Take your gold, your money, your life, your b**h, your ( ? ) Scurry motherf**ers be the first to talk some sh** Scuffle 'em up, muffle 'em with a hit And walk with they gal like a motherf**in stairwell Since she's a ho I'ma say, "Oh well" And let the ho carry on for another dick Cause I'ma catch a nut and get my dick s**ed anyway P-e-t-e-r M-a-n Ain't no ho-a** motherf**er's friend He's your Peter Man (Stay off his dick) --] Flavor Flav You don't wanna f** with him Big Mike, he's your Peter Man (Stay off his dick) [ Big Mike ] Later on that evening got a call from T-Money I couldn't all hear because this b**h was all up on me She wants to f**, 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**h real fast I could talk about the ho and still get the a** But back to the phone, "What's the scoop, hurry up" He said "Big Mike, things are kinda f**ed up" I said, "What's up," he said, "Some n***as are on the cut And ever since they came, man, it's been slow as f** 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 pissed, no doubt Gave the b**h 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***as deep, now you know we up to no good Hit the block and then I made a right turn Eight n***as 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 hell could you just move in You ain't from the hood and you ain't my f**in friend Since you showed up, boy, business has been slow So I think it's 'bout time that you motherf**ers 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***a How you gonna talk sh** 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, "Damn, 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**in crew We all got ready and grabbed our sh** 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**er Bang-bang-bang, I was slingin lead One to the head left a motherf**er dead Took my corner back and now I'm standin here real strong Never fear d**h 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 nobody f**s over the Peter Man He's your Peter Man (Stay off his dick) You don't wanna f** with him Big Mike, he's your Peter Man (Stay off his dick) Yeah Now I'ma let you hoes know what the Peter Man is all about, see? You know that gangsta-a** n***a from the hood that's takin care of business But ain't takin no sh** 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 dick) He's your Peter Man (Stay off his dick) You don't wanna f** with him Big Mike, he's your Peter Man (Stay off his dick) You don't wanna f** with him