Текст песни Peter Man (Convicts) с переводом

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 nigga you had last year»

'Cause I don’t give a fuck about a bitch

Last on the list, she can suck a nigga’s dick

And to that punk motherfucker tryna test me

(*gunshots*) Son of a bitch — who’s next, G?

Layin' you hoes on the concrete

Your dope ain’t big enough, fool, you can’t compete

With a nigga 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 nigga 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 bitch was an undercover

Petty little games that’s played by the law

But they can’t fuck with me because my shit 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 shit for me

Buyin' fresh gifts from Spiegel’s

Damn fools, they oughta make the dope game legal

'Cause I’m harder than a motherfucker, nobody can move me

Bitches 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)

Lay back like a mack when it’s time to make a hit

You wanna start shit real quick, I pull my pistol, bitch

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-motherfuckin'-body and they momma wanna see me

Who is Big Mike? Who is Peter Man?

The gangsta-ass nigga that nobody can understand

Violent as a goddamn earth quake

Take your gold, your money, your life, your bitch and

Scurry motherfuckers be the first to talk some shit

Scuffle 'em up, muffle 'em with a hit

And walk with they gal like a motherfuckin' 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 sucked anyway

P-e-t-e-r M-a-n

Ain’t no ho-ass motherfucker’s friend

He’s your Peter Man

(Stay off his dick)

You don’t wanna fuck with him

Big Mike, he’s your Peter Man

(Stay off his dick)

Later on that evening got a call from T-Money

I couldn’t all hear because this bitch was all up on me

She wants to fuck, 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 bitch real fast

I could talk about the ho and still get the ass

But back to the phone, «What's the scoop? Hurry up»

He said «Big Mike, things are kinda fucked up»

I said, «What's up,» he said, «Some niggas are on the cut

And ever since they came, man, it’s been slow as fuck

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 bitch her drawers and put the ho out my house

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 niggas deep, now you know we up to no good

Hit the block and then I made a right turn

Eight niggas chillin', waitin' to get burned

I jumped out the car and said, «Ayo, 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 fuckin' friend

Since you showed up, boy, business has been slow

So I think it’s 'bout time that you motherfuckers 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 you, nigga»

How you gonna talk shit 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 motherfuckin' crew

We all got ready and grabbed our shit

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 motherfucker

Bang-bang-bang, I was slingin' lead

One to the head left a motherfucker dead

Took my corner back and now I’m standin' here real strong

Never fear death '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 fucks over the Peter Man

He’s your Peter Man

(Stay off his dick)

You don’t wanna fuck 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 ass nigga from the hood that’s takin' care of business

But ain’t takin no shit with it?

That’s the Peter Man, and that’s Big Mike

Know what I’m sayin'?

I’m out of here

He’s your Peter Man

(Stay off his dick)

He’s your Peter Man

(Stay off his dick)

You don’t wanna fuck with him

Big Mike, he’s your Peter Man

(Stay off his dick)

You don’t wanna fuck with him