Artist: Big Mike Album: Somethin Serious Song: Somethin Serious Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch [ VERSE 1: 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 [ 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 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 [ VERSE 3: Big Mike ] 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