Big Mike - Somethin Serious lyrics

[ 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