[ VERSE 1: Big Mike ]
It don't stop until I put my bank on fat
Me go broke? n***a, how could you picture that?
It's no joke, this ain't no fly-by-night thing
Just another hype thing comin from Big Mike, mayne
Look, the B to the i to the g
To the M to the i to the k to the e
Will stutter-step all over your a** if you let me
Sweat me, never will you n***as come close
( ? ) motherf**in house, so won't you get ghost
n***a, like that, push, you're gone
Hoe, I thought you knew it was on
The P-e-t-e-r-m-a-n
Is f**in up the scenery, so run and tell a friend
Once again never blend but I roll through your set
Got that heat for yo a**, A-Dog left your homeboy wet
Drippin sweat from my cold-a** black skin
Puttin motherf**ers on they back just for askin
Who is Big Mike, who is Peterman
Still that gangsta-a** n***a nobody can understand
Fool, I'm somethin serious
[ VERSE 2: Big Mike ]
I consider myself a joint and everybody wanna take a hit
Vic, another hit till I got a lit
Reclinin on the couch blowin smoke out the nose and mouth
And like a rose I simply fades out
Leavin 'em fiendin, not believin what they seein
They be askin, 'Is this n***a real or am I f**in dreamin?'
But you ain't dreamin, you f**in with that potent
k**a, n***a, so take it like when you be totin
Ain't no chokin, cause every time you hit me I'm smooth
Feelin cool, got yo a** in that gangsta mood
Like you rewind, step back through time
Feelin like a pimp and now you wanna keep your b**hes in line
Got yo a** feelin wonderful
( ? ) your rag, grabbin a zag, then you rollin up another one
Fool, cause I'm servin that sh** that's makin you n***as aggravated
Somethin serious, I know you hate it
[ VERSE 3: Big Mike ]
It's a motherf**in murder when you heard of a n***a like me
On a flowin spree, f**in up son of a b**hes majorly
Get the spoon ready cause mama got the soup on
I'm shoppin for bodies and I ain't even got a coupon
It's the Peterman, n***as'll never understand
I was born with this mic attached to my f**in hand
So that means I was a MC since birth, blessed
To take over the Southwest
I got my hand on the trigger and ready to pull it
Any son of a b**h who crossin me bites the bullet
My opposition is small, my n***as are fit
I'm known for puttin out hits on these motherf**in tricks
So run and get your motherf**in crew befo' I hurt ya
Cause like I said befo' this is a motherf**in murder
And I'ma keep on murderin, yes I keep on murderin
Lick shot, lick shot until I hit your bloodclot
Yeah, cause you're dealin with somethin serious
So run and get your crew while you're hearin this
Fool
Yeah, make a move
And watch this motherf**er show and prove