Somethin' Serious - Big Mike

It don’t stop until I put my bank on fat

Me go broke?

Nigga, 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 ass if you let me

Sweat me, never will you niggas come close

(?) motherfuckin house, so won’t you get ghost

Nigga, like that, push, you’re gone

Hoe, I thought you knew it was on

The P-e-t-e-r-m-a-n

Is fuckin up the scenery, so run and tell a friend

Once again never blend but I roll through your set

Got that heat for yo ass, A-Dog left your homeboy wet

Drippin sweat from my cold-ass black skin

Puttin motherfuckers on they back just for askin

Who is Big Mike, who is Peterman

Still that gangsta-ass nigga nobody can understand

Fool, I’m somethin serious

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 nigga real or am I fuckin dreamin?'

But you ain’t dreamin, you fuckin with that potent

Killa, nigga, 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 ass in that gangsta mood

Like you rewind, step back through time

Feelin like a pimp and now you wanna keep your bitches in line

Got yo ass feelin wonderful

(?) your rag, grabbin a zag, then you rollin up another one

Fool, cause I’m servin that shit that’s makin you niggas aggravated

Somethin serious, I know you hate it

It’s a motherfuckin murder when you heard of a nigga like me

On a flowin spree, fuckin up son of a bitches 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, niggas’ll never understand

I was born with this mic attached to my fuckin 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 bitch who crossin me bites the bullet

My opposition is small, my niggas are fit

I’m known for puttin out hits on these motherfuckin tricks

So run and get your motherfuckin crew befo' I hurt ya

Cause like I said befo' this is a motherfuckin 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 motherfucker show and prove