Artist: Big Mike Album: Somethin Serious Song: Smoke Em & Choke Em Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch Yeah Like that Come on, come on, come on Smoke 'em and choke 'em like the motherfuckin Peterman (1-2-3) You ain't know? (Smoke 'em, then choke 'em like the motherfuckin Peterman) (Smoke 'em, then choke 'em like the motherfuckin Peterman) Come on, come on, come on (Smoke 'em, then choke 'em like the motherfuckin Peterman) Hehe One time for yo mind (Now they got the flashlight lookin for Big Mike) [ VERSE 1: Big Mike ] Ah yeah, the Peterman's back in the thick of shit Gettin down for mine, takin care of business, bitch Y'all remember me, the nigga who stepped out the house at ten o'clock Fired a couple of shots and shook up the whole block Well now I'm back and motherfuckers wanna flex I let 'em fess cause I'm known for givin two to the chest Now there's a lot of down niggas that know of me But on the other hand there's a few that ain't sho' of me So I'ma take care of my business Right, and let them motherfuckers know that the Peterman is in this Since I been away some wanna say I ain't able I played the game long enough, it's time to take the money off the table And put a end to all that bullshit sayin Because I'm true to the motherfuckin game that I'm playin See it's a job, not a motherfuckin hobby You hoes don't know me, you better ask somebody And ahm [ VERSE 2: Big Mike ] Bang-bang, niggas fell down when they ran up 1993 jack move, get your hands up Niggas fall to the wayside tryina play fly Fuck around with me, can wave your family bye-bye Had to kill a copper for some shit he tried to do to me Steady makin money cause the dope game ain't new to me Steady stackin paper with my niggas and we all in And it ain't no stoppin this player from New Orleans 9th Ward always hard, nigga never pulled my card Fuck around with me, they'll find your ass lyin in the morgue Laid out, niggas got played out Opposition faded out, niggas wanna know how I made it out So I just play that pimp role on 'em Be makin 'em, thankin 'em, lovin 'em when I just really be wantin to bone 'em And they daddies can't understand Yeah, cause ain't nann nigga layin mo' dick than the Peterman [ VERSE 3: Big Mike ] 1-2, 1-2, motherfuckers, here I go again Run and tell a fuckin friend, Big Mike's on the hunt again Huntin niggas, gunnin niggas Hittin niggas, splittin niggas Grabbin niggas, stabbin niggas Chokin niggas, smokin niggas Takin 'em to the motherfuckin max Niggas get back when I drop this motherfuckin axe Dead across the back of a hoe Niggas catch a blow Bitches get stitches And robbed for their fuckin riches Cause I be the nigga you never seen Worse than a fuckin bad dream and deadlier than a guillotine Choppin motherfuckers in pieces Dumpin their bodies in rivers and watch it wash up on beaches I'm from that 9 where niggas don't mind dyin Always packin iron, fool, I ain't lyin So when you see them niggas ru-ru-runnin Look who's c-comin through The motherfuckin Peterman Yeah Right back up on yo ass The southern way No other way Fuck what another say Fool That's my motto Hahaha Yeah That new thang New slang Watch out for that new ( ? ) It's like that y'all