[{"id":29189829,"name":"Smoke `Em & Choke `Em","trackName":"Smoke `Em & Choke `Em","artistName":"Big Mike","albumName":"Chapter 313. Screw Dub `94","duration":421.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aww yeah, the Peterman's back in the thick of shit\nGetting down for mine, taking care of business bitch\nY'all remember me, the nigga who step out the house at ten o'clock\nFired a couple of shots and shook up the whole block\nWell now I'm back, and motherfuckers wanna flex\nI let 'em vex cause I'm known for giving two to the chest\nNow there's a lot of down niggas that know of me\nBut on the other hand there's a few that ain't sure of me\nSo I'ma take care of my business, right\nAnd let them niggas know that the Peterman is in this\n\nSince I've been away so wanna say I ain't able\nI played the game long enough, it's\nTime to take the money off the table\nAnd put an end to all that bullshit saying\nBecause I'm true to the motherfucking game that I'm playing\n\nSee, it's a job, not a motherfucking hobby\n\nYou hoes don't know me, you better ask somebody\n\nChop 'em up (Yeah, like that)\nOG Ron C (Come on, come on, come on)\nSmoke 'em and choke 'em like the\nMotherfucking Peterman (Breaking y'all)\nChop 'em up and not sloppy up (Yeah, like that)\nCome on, come on, come on\nSmoke 'em and choke 'em like the motherfucking Peterman\nYou ain't know?\n\nCome on, come on, come on\n\nOne time for your mind\n(Notti got the flashlight looking for big bodies)\n\nAww yeah, the Peterman's back in the thick of shit\nGetting down for mine, taking care of business bitch\nY'all remember me, the nigga who step out the house at ten o'clock\nFired a couple of shots and shook up the whole block\nWell now I'm back, and motherfuckers wanna flex\nI let 'em vex cause I'm known for giving two to the chest\nNow there's a lot of down niggas that know of me\nBut on the other hand there's a few that ain't sure of me\nSo I'ma take care of my business, right\nAnd let them niggas know that the Peterman is in this\n\nSince I've been away so wanna say I ain't able\nI played the game long enough, it's\nTime to take the money off the table\nAnd put an end to all that bullshit saying\nBecause I'm true to the motherfucking game that I'm playing\n\nSee, it's a job, not a motherfucking hobby\n\nYou hoes don't know me, you better ask somebody\n\nChop 'em up (Yeah, like that)\nOG Ron C (Come on, come on, come on)\nSmoke 'em and choke 'em like the\nMotherfucking Peterman (Breaking y'all)\nChop 'em up and not sloppy up (Yeah, like that)\nCome on, come on, come on\nSmoke 'em and choke 'em like the motherfucking Peterman\nYou ain't know?\n\nCome on, come on, come on\n\nOne time for your mind\n(Notti got the flashlight looking for big bodies)\n\nBang, bang, niggas fell down when they ran up\n1993, Jack move, get your hands up\nNiggas fall to the wayside trying to play fly\nFuck around with me, you wave your family bye bye\n\nHad to kill a cop before some shit he tried to do to me\nSteady making money cause the dope game ain't new to me\nSteady stacking paper with my niggas and we all in\nAnd there ain't no stopping this player from New Orleans\n9Th Ward always hard, nigga never pull my card\nFuck around with me, they find your ass lying in the morgue\nLaid out, niggas got played out, opposition faded out\nBitches wanna know how I made it out\n\nSo I just play that pimp role on 'em\n\nBe making them thinking I'm loving them\nWhen I just really be wanting to bone them\nAnd their daddies can't understand, yeah\nCause ain't nann nigga laying more dick than the Peterman\n\nChop 'em up (Yeah, like that)\nOG Ron C (Come on, come on, come on)\nSmoke 'em and choke 'em like the\nMotherfucking Peterman (Breaking y'all)\nChop 'em up and not sloppy up (Yeah, like that)\nCome on, come on, come on\nSmoke 'em and choke 'em like the motherfucking Peterman\nYou ain't know?\n\nCome on, come on, come on\n\nOne time for your mind\n(Notti got the flashlight looking for big bodies)\n\n1-2-1-2, Motherfuckers, here I go again\nRun and tell a fucking friend, Big Mike's on the hunt again\nHunting niggas, gunning niggas, hitting niggas, splitting niggas\nGrabbing niggas, nabbing niggas, chunking niggas\n\nTaking 'em to the motherfucking max\nNiggas get back when I drop this motherfucking axe\nDead across the back of a ho\n\nNiggas catch a buck, bitches get stitches\nAnd ride with the fucking riches\nCause I be the nigga you never seen\nWorse than a fucking bad dream and deadlier than the guillotine\n\nChopping motherfuckers in pieces\nDumping their bodies in rivers and watch 'em wash up on the beaches\nI'm from that 9 where niggas don't mind dying\nAlways packing iron, fool, I ain't lying\nSo when you see them niggas r-r-running\nNickels c-coming through\nThe motherfucking Peterman\n\nChop 'em up (Yeah, like that)\nOG Ron C (Come on, come on, come on)\nSmoke 'em and choke 'em like the\nMotherfucking Peterman (Breaking y'all)\nChop 'em up and not sloppy up (Yeah, like that)\nCome on, come on, come on\nSmoke 'em and choke 'em like the motherfucking Peterman\nYou ain't know?\n\nCome on, come on, come on\n\nOne time for your mind\n(Notti got the flashlight looking for big bodies)\n\nYeah, right back up on your ass\nThe Southern way, no other way\nFuck what another say, fool\nThat's my motto\nYeah, that new thang, new slang\nWatch out for that new game\nIt's like that y'all\nYeah, check this out\nI'ma let my motherfucking dogs roll and bark at y'all\nAight","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Smoke `Em & Choke `Em\n  artist: Big Mike\n  album: Chapter 313. Screw Dub `94\n  duration_ms: 421000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Aww yeah, the Peterman's back in the thick of shit\n  Getting down for mine, taking care of business bitch\n  Y'all remember me, the nigga who step out the house at ten o'clock\n  Fired a couple of shots and shook up the whole block\n  Well now I'm back, and motherfuckers wanna flex\n  I let 'em vex cause I'm known for giving two to the chest\n  Now there's a lot of down niggas that know of me\n  But on the other hand there's a few that ain't sure of me\n  So I'ma take care of my business, right\n  And let them niggas know that the Peterman is in this\n\n  Since I've been away so wanna say I ain't able\n  I played the game long enough, it's\n  Time to take the money off the table\n  And put an end to all that bullshit saying\n  Because I'm true to the motherfucking game that I'm playing\n\n  See, it's a job, not a motherfucking hobby\n\n  You hoes don't know me, you better ask somebody\n\n  Chop 'em up (Yeah, like that)\n  OG Ron C (Come on, come on, come on)\n  Smoke 'em and choke 'em like the\n  Motherfucking Peterman (Breaking y'all)\n  Chop 'em up and not sloppy up (Yeah, like that)\n  Come on, come on, come on\n  Smoke 'em and choke 'em like the motherfucking Peterman\n  You ain't know?\n\n  Come on, come on, come on\n\n  One time for your mind\n  (Notti got the flashlight looking for big bodies)\n\n  Aww yeah, the Peterman's back in the thick of shit\n  Getting down for mine, taking care of business bitch\n  Y'all remember me, the nigga who step out the house at ten o'clock\n  Fired a couple of shots and shook up the whole block\n  Well now I'm back, and motherfuckers wanna flex\n  I let 'em vex cause I'm known for giving two to the chest\n  Now there's a lot of down niggas that know of me\n  But on the other hand there's a few that ain't sure of me\n  So I'ma take care of my business, right\n  And let them niggas know that the Peterman is in this\n\n  Since I've been away so wanna say I ain't able\n  I played the game long enough, it's\n  Time to take the money off the table\n  And put an end to all that bullshit saying\n  Because I'm true to the motherfucking game that I'm playing\n\n  See, it's a job, not a motherfucking hobby\n\n  You hoes don't know me, you better ask somebody\n\n  Chop 'em up (Yeah, like that)\n  OG Ron C (Come on, come on, come on)\n  Smoke 'em and choke 'em like the\n  Motherfucking Peterman (Breaking y'all)\n  Chop 'em up and not sloppy up (Yeah, like that)\n  Come on, come on, come on\n  Smoke 'em and choke 'em like the motherfucking Peterman\n  You ain't know?\n\n  Come on, come on, come on\n\n  One time for your mind\n  (Notti got the flashlight looking for big bodies)\n\n  Bang, bang, niggas fell down when they ran up\n  1993, Jack move, get your hands up\n  Niggas fall to the wayside trying to play fly\n  Fuck around with me, you wave your family bye bye\n\n  Had to kill a cop before some shit he tried to do to me\n  Steady making money cause the dope game ain't new to me\n  Steady stacking paper with my niggas and we all in\n  And there ain't no stopping this player from New Orleans\n  9Th Ward always hard, nigga never pull my card\n  Fuck around with me, they find your ass lying in the morgue\n  Laid out, niggas got played out, opposition faded out\n  Bitches wanna know how I made it out\n\n  So I just play that pimp role on 'em\n\n  Be making them thinking I'm loving them\n  When I just really be wanting to bone them\n  And their daddies can't understand, yeah\n  Cause ain't nann nigga laying more dick than the Peterman\n\n  Chop 'em up (Yeah, like that)\n  OG Ron C (Come on, come on, come on)\n  Smoke 'em and choke 'em like the\n  Motherfucking Peterman (Breaking y'all)\n  Chop 'em up and not sloppy up (Yeah, like that)\n  Come on, come on, come on\n  Smoke 'em and choke 'em like the motherfucking Peterman\n  You ain't know?\n\n  Come on, come on, come on\n\n  One time for your mind\n  (Notti got the flashlight looking for big bodies)\n\n  1-2-1-2, Motherfuckers, here I go again\n  Run and tell a fucking friend, Big Mike's on the hunt again\n  Hunting niggas, gunning niggas, hitting niggas, splitting niggas\n  Grabbing niggas, nabbing niggas, chunking niggas\n\n  Taking 'em to the motherfucking max\n  Niggas get back when I drop this motherfucking axe\n  Dead across the back of a ho\n\n  Niggas catch a buck, bitches get stitches\n  And ride with the fucking riches\n  Cause I be the nigga you never seen\n  Worse than a fucking bad dream and deadlier than the guillotine\n\n  Chopping motherfuckers in pieces\n  Dumping their bodies in rivers and watch 'em wash up on the beaches\n  I'm from that 9 where niggas don't mind dying\n  Always packing iron, fool, I ain't lying\n  So when you see them niggas r-r-running\n  Nickels c-coming through\n  The motherfucking Peterman\n\n  Chop 'em up (Yeah, like that)\n  OG Ron C (Come on, come on, come on)\n  Smoke 'em and choke 'em like the\n  Motherfucking Peterman (Breaking y'all)\n  Chop 'em up and not sloppy up (Yeah, like that)\n  Come on, come on, come on\n  Smoke 'em and choke 'em like the motherfucking Peterman\n  You ain't know?\n\n  Come on, come on, come on\n\n  One time for your mind\n  (Notti got the flashlight looking for big bodies)\n\n  Yeah, right back up on your ass\n  The Southern way, no other way\n  Fuck what another say, fool\n  That's my motto\n  Yeah, that new thang, new slang\n  Watch out for that new game\n  It's like that y'all\n  Yeah, check this out\n  I'ma let my motherfucking dogs roll and bark at y'all\n  Aight\n"},{"id":25386002,"name":"Smoke Em & Choke Em","trackName":"Smoke Em & Choke Em","artistName":"Big Mike","albumName":"Somethin' Serious","duration":248.507167,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aww yeah, the Peterman's back in the thick of shit\nGetting down for mine, taking care of business bitch\nY'all remember me, the nigga who step out the house at ten o'clock\nFired a couple of shots and shook up the whole block\nWell now I'm back, and motherfuckers wanna flex\nI let 'em vex cause I'm known for giving two to the chest\nNow there's a lot of down niggas that know of me\nBut on the other hand there's a few that ain't sure of me\nSo I'ma take care of my business, right\nAnd let them niggas know that the Peterman is in this\n\nSince I've been away so wanna say I ain't able\nI played the game long enough, it's\nTime to take the money off the table\nAnd put an end to all that bullshit saying\nBecause I'm true to the motherfucking game that I'm playing\n\nSee, it's a job, not a motherfucking hobby\n\nYou hoes don't know me, you better ask somebody\n\nChop 'em up (Yeah, like that)\nOG Ron C (Come on, come on, come on)\nSmoke 'em and choke 'em like the\nMotherfucking Peterman (Breaking y'all)\nChop 'em up and not sloppy up (Yeah, like that)\nCome on, come on, come on\nSmoke 'em and choke 'em like the motherfucking Peterman\nYou ain't know?\n\nCome on, come on, come on\n\nOne time for your mind\n(Notti got the flashlight looking for big bodies)\n\nAww yeah, the Peterman's back in the thick of shit\nGetting down for mine, taking care of business bitch\nY'all remember me, the nigga who step out the house at ten o'clock\nFired a couple of shots and shook up the whole block\nWell now I'm back, and motherfuckers wanna flex\nI let 'em vex cause I'm known for giving two to the chest\nNow there's a lot of down niggas that know of me\nBut on the other hand there's a few that ain't sure of me\nSo I'ma take care of my business, right\nAnd let them niggas know that the Peterman is in this\n\nSince I've been away so wanna say I ain't able\nI played the game long enough, it's\nTime to take the money off the table\nAnd put an end to all that bullshit saying\nBecause I'm true to the motherfucking game that I'm playing\n\nSee, it's a job, not a motherfucking hobby\n\nYou hoes don't know me, you better ask somebody\n\nChop 'em up (Yeah, like that)\nOG Ron C (Come on, come on, come on)\nSmoke 'em and choke 'em like the\nMotherfucking Peterman (Breaking y'all)\nChop 'em up and not sloppy up (Yeah, like that)\nCome on, come on, come on\nSmoke 'em and choke 'em like the motherfucking Peterman\nYou ain't know?\n\nCome on, come on, come on\n\nOne time for your mind\n(Notti got the flashlight looking for big bodies)\n\nBang, bang, niggas fell down when they ran up\n1993, Jack move, get your hands up\nNiggas fall to the wayside trying to play fly\nFuck around with me, you wave your family bye bye\n\nHad to kill a cop before some shit he tried to do to me\nSteady making money cause the dope game ain't new to me\nSteady stacking paper with my niggas and we all in\nAnd there ain't no stopping this player from New Orleans\n9Th Ward always hard, nigga never pull my card\nFuck around with me, they find your ass lying in the morgue\nLaid out, niggas got played out, opposition faded out\nBitches wanna know how I made it out\n\nSo I just play that pimp role on 'em\n\nBe making them thinking I'm loving them\nWhen I just really be wanting to bone them\nAnd their daddies can't understand, yeah\nCause ain't nann nigga laying more dick than the Peterman\n\nChop 'em up (Yeah, like that)\nOG Ron C (Come on, come on, come on)\nSmoke 'em and choke 'em like the\nMotherfucking Peterman (Breaking y'all)\nChop 'em up and not sloppy up (Yeah, like that)\nCome on, come on, come on\nSmoke 'em and choke 'em like the motherfucking Peterman\nYou ain't know?\n\nCome on, come on, come on\n\nOne time for your mind\n(Notti got the flashlight looking for big bodies)\n\n1-2-1-2, Motherfuckers, here I go again\nRun and tell a fucking friend, Big Mike's on the hunt again\nHunting niggas, gunning niggas, hitting niggas, splitting niggas\nGrabbing niggas, nabbing niggas, chunking niggas\n\nTaking 'em to the motherfucking max\nNiggas get back when I drop this motherfucking axe\nDead across the back of a ho\n\nNiggas catch a buck, bitches get stitches\nAnd ride with the fucking riches\nCause I be the nigga you never seen\nWorse than a fucking bad dream and deadlier than the guillotine\n\nChopping motherfuckers in pieces\nDumping their bodies in rivers and watch 'em wash up on the beaches\nI'm from that 9 where niggas don't mind dying\nAlways packing iron, fool, I ain't lying\nSo when you see them niggas r-r-running\nNickels c-coming through\nThe motherfucking Peterman\n\nChop 'em up (Yeah, like that)\nOG Ron C (Come on, come on, come on)\nSmoke 'em and choke 'em like the\nMotherfucking Peterman (Breaking y'all)\nChop 'em up and not sloppy up (Yeah, like that)\nCome on, come on, come on\nSmoke 'em and choke 'em like the motherfucking Peterman\nYou ain't know?\n\nCome on, come on, come on\n\nOne time for your mind\n(Notti got the flashlight looking for big bodies)\n\nYeah, right back up on your ass\nThe Southern way, no other way\nFuck what another say, fool\nThat's my motto\nYeah, that new thang, new slang\nWatch out for that new game\nIt's like that y'all\nYeah, check this out\nI'ma let my motherfucking dogs roll and bark at y'all\nAight","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Smoke Em & Choke Em\n  artist: Big Mike\n  album: Somethin' Serious\n  duration_ms: 248507\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Aww yeah, the Peterman's back in the thick of shit\n  Getting down for mine, taking care of business bitch\n  Y'all remember me, the nigga who step out the house at ten o'clock\n  Fired a couple of shots and shook up the whole block\n  Well now I'm back, and motherfuckers wanna flex\n  I let 'em vex cause I'm known for giving two to the chest\n  Now there's a lot of down niggas that know of me\n  But on the other hand there's a few that ain't sure of me\n  So I'ma take care of my business, right\n  And let them niggas know that the Peterman is in this\n\n  Since I've been away so wanna say I ain't able\n  I played the game long enough, it's\n  Time to take the money off the table\n  And put an end to all that bullshit saying\n  Because I'm true to the motherfucking game that I'm playing\n\n  See, it's a job, not a motherfucking hobby\n\n  You hoes don't know me, you better ask somebody\n\n  Chop 'em up (Yeah, like that)\n  OG Ron C (Come on, come on, come on)\n  Smoke 'em and choke 'em like the\n  Motherfucking Peterman (Breaking y'all)\n  Chop 'em up and not sloppy up (Yeah, like that)\n  Come on, come on, come on\n  Smoke 'em and choke 'em like the motherfucking Peterman\n  You ain't know?\n\n  Come on, come on, come on\n\n  One time for your mind\n  (Notti got the flashlight looking for big bodies)\n\n  Aww yeah, the Peterman's back in the thick of shit\n  Getting down for mine, taking care of business bitch\n  Y'all remember me, the nigga who step out the house at ten o'clock\n  Fired a couple of shots and shook up the whole block\n  Well now I'm back, and motherfuckers wanna flex\n  I let 'em vex cause I'm known for giving two to the chest\n  Now there's a lot of down niggas that know of me\n  But on the other hand there's a few that ain't sure of me\n  So I'ma take care of my business, right\n  And let them niggas know that the Peterman is in this\n\n  Since I've been away so wanna say I ain't able\n  I played the game long enough, it's\n  Time to take the money off the table\n  And put an end to all that bullshit saying\n  Because I'm true to the motherfucking game that I'm playing\n\n  See, it's a job, not a motherfucking hobby\n\n  You hoes don't know me, you better ask somebody\n\n  Chop 'em up (Yeah, like that)\n  OG Ron C (Come on, come on, come on)\n  Smoke 'em and choke 'em like the\n  Motherfucking Peterman (Breaking y'all)\n  Chop 'em up and not sloppy up (Yeah, like that)\n  Come on, come on, come on\n  Smoke 'em and choke 'em like the motherfucking Peterman\n  You ain't know?\n\n  Come on, come on, come on\n\n  One time for your mind\n  (Notti got the flashlight looking for big bodies)\n\n  Bang, bang, niggas fell down when they ran up\n  1993, Jack move, get your hands up\n  Niggas fall to the wayside trying to play fly\n  Fuck around with me, you wave your family bye bye\n\n  Had to kill a cop before some shit he tried to do to me\n  Steady making money cause the dope game ain't new to me\n  Steady stacking paper with my niggas and we all in\n  And there ain't no stopping this player from New Orleans\n  9Th Ward always hard, nigga never pull my card\n  Fuck around with me, they find your ass lying in the morgue\n  Laid out, niggas got played out, opposition faded out\n  Bitches wanna know how I made it out\n\n  So I just play that pimp role on 'em\n\n  Be making them thinking I'm loving them\n  When I just really be wanting to bone them\n  And their daddies can't understand, yeah\n  Cause ain't nann nigga laying more dick than the Peterman\n\n  Chop 'em up (Yeah, like that)\n  OG Ron C (Come on, come on, come on)\n  Smoke 'em and choke 'em like the\n  Motherfucking Peterman (Breaking y'all)\n  Chop 'em up and not sloppy up (Yeah, like that)\n  Come on, come on, come on\n  Smoke 'em and choke 'em like the motherfucking Peterman\n  You ain't know?\n\n  Come on, come on, come on\n\n  One time for your mind\n  (Notti got the flashlight looking for big bodies)\n\n  1-2-1-2, Motherfuckers, here I go again\n  Run and tell a fucking friend, Big Mike's on the hunt again\n  Hunting niggas, gunning niggas, hitting niggas, splitting niggas\n  Grabbing niggas, nabbing niggas, chunking niggas\n\n  Taking 'em to the motherfucking max\n  Niggas get back when I drop this motherfucking axe\n  Dead across the back of a ho\n\n  Niggas catch a buck, bitches get stitches\n  And ride with the fucking riches\n  Cause I be the nigga you never seen\n  Worse than a fucking bad dream and deadlier than the guillotine\n\n  Chopping motherfuckers in pieces\n  Dumping their bodies in rivers and watch 'em wash up on the beaches\n  I'm from that 9 where niggas don't mind dying\n  Always packing iron, fool, I ain't lying\n  So when you see them niggas r-r-running\n  Nickels c-coming through\n  The motherfucking Peterman\n\n  Chop 'em up (Yeah, like that)\n  OG Ron C (Come on, come on, come on)\n  Smoke 'em and choke 'em like the\n  Motherfucking Peterman (Breaking y'all)\n  Chop 'em up and not sloppy up (Yeah, like that)\n  Come on, come on, come on\n  Smoke 'em and choke 'em like the motherfucking Peterman\n  You ain't know?\n\n  Come on, come on, come on\n\n  One time for your mind\n  (Notti got the flashlight looking for big bodies)\n\n  Yeah, right back up on your ass\n  The Southern way, no other way\n  Fuck what another say, fool\n  That's my motto\n  Yeah, that new thang, new slang\n  Watch out for that new game\n  It's like that y'all\n  Yeah, check this out\n  I'ma let my motherfucking dogs roll and bark at y'all\n  Aight\n"},{"id":39184919,"name":"Smoke Em & Choke Em","trackName":"Smoke Em & Choke Em","artistName":"Big Mike","albumName":"Somethin' Serious","duration":158.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aww yeah, the Peterman's back in the thick of shit\nGetting down for mine, taking care of business bitch\nY'all remember me, the nigga who step out the house at ten o'clock\nFired a couple of shots and shook up the whole block\nWell now I'm back, and motherfuckers wanna flex\nI let 'em vex cause I'm known for giving two to the chest\nNow there's a lot of down niggas that know of me\nBut on the other hand there's a few that ain't sure of me\nSo I'ma take care of my business, right\nAnd let them niggas know that the Peterman is in this\n\nSince I've been away so wanna say I ain't able\nI played the game long enough, it's\nTime to take the money off the table\nAnd put an end to all that bullshit saying\nBecause I'm true to the motherfucking game that I'm playing\n\nSee, it's a job, not a motherfucking hobby\n\nYou hoes don't know me, you better ask somebody\n\nChop 'em up (Yeah, like that)\nOG Ron C (Come on, come on, come on)\nSmoke 'em and choke 'em like the\nMotherfucking Peterman (Breaking y'all)\nChop 'em up and not sloppy up (Yeah, like that)\nCome on, come on, come on\nSmoke 'em and choke 'em like the motherfucking Peterman\nYou ain't know?\n\nCome on, come on, come on\n\nOne time for your mind\n(Notti got the flashlight looking for big bodies)\n\nAww yeah, the Peterman's back in the thick of shit\nGetting down for mine, taking care of business bitch\nY'all remember me, the nigga who step out the house at ten o'clock\nFired a couple of shots and shook up the whole block\nWell now I'm back, and motherfuckers wanna flex\nI let 'em vex cause I'm known for giving two to the chest\nNow there's a lot of down niggas that know of me\nBut on the other hand there's a few that ain't sure of me\nSo I'ma take care of my business, right\nAnd let them niggas know that the Peterman is in this\n\nSince I've been away so wanna say I ain't able\nI played the game long enough, it's\nTime to take the money off the table\nAnd put an end to all that bullshit saying\nBecause I'm true to the motherfucking game that I'm playing\n\nSee, it's a job, not a motherfucking hobby\n\nYou hoes don't know me, you better ask somebody\n\nChop 'em up (Yeah, like that)\nOG Ron C (Come on, come on, come on)\nSmoke 'em and choke 'em like the\nMotherfucking Peterman (Breaking y'all)\nChop 'em up and not sloppy up (Yeah, like that)\nCome on, come on, come on\nSmoke 'em and choke 'em like the motherfucking Peterman\nYou ain't know?\n\nCome on, come on, come on\n\nOne time for your mind\n(Notti got the flashlight looking for big bodies)\n\nBang, bang, niggas fell down when they ran up\n1993, Jack move, get your hands up\nNiggas fall to the wayside trying to play fly\nFuck around with me, you wave your family bye bye\n\nHad to kill a cop before some shit he tried to do to me\nSteady making money cause the dope game ain't new to me\nSteady stacking paper with my niggas and we all in\nAnd there ain't no stopping this player from New Orleans\n9Th Ward always hard, nigga never pull my card\nFuck around with me, they find your ass lying in the morgue\nLaid out, niggas got played out, opposition faded out\nBitches wanna know how I made it out\n\nSo I just play that pimp role on 'em\n\nBe making them thinking I'm loving them\nWhen I just really be wanting to bone them\nAnd their daddies can't understand, yeah\nCause ain't nann nigga laying more dick than the Peterman\n\nChop 'em up (Yeah, like that)\nOG Ron C (Come on, come on, come on)\nSmoke 'em and choke 'em like the\nMotherfucking Peterman (Breaking y'all)\nChop 'em up and not sloppy up (Yeah, like that)\nCome on, come on, come on\nSmoke 'em and choke 'em like the motherfucking Peterman\nYou ain't know?\n\nCome on, come on, come on\n\nOne time for your mind\n(Notti got the flashlight looking for big bodies)\n\n1-2-1-2, Motherfuckers, here I go again\nRun and tell a fucking friend, Big Mike's on the hunt again\nHunting niggas, gunning niggas, hitting niggas, splitting niggas\nGrabbing niggas, nabbing niggas, chunking niggas\n\nTaking 'em to the motherfucking max\nNiggas get back when I drop this motherfucking axe\nDead across the back of a ho\n\nNiggas catch a buck, bitches get stitches\nAnd ride with the fucking riches\nCause I be the nigga you never seen\nWorse than a fucking bad dream and deadlier than the guillotine\n\nChopping motherfuckers in pieces\nDumping their bodies in rivers and watch 'em wash up on the beaches\nI'm from that 9 where niggas don't mind dying\nAlways packing iron, fool, I ain't lying\nSo when you see them niggas r-r-running\nNickels c-coming through\nThe motherfucking Peterman\n\nChop 'em up (Yeah, like that)\nOG Ron C (Come on, come on, come on)\nSmoke 'em and choke 'em like the\nMotherfucking Peterman (Breaking y'all)\nChop 'em up and not sloppy up (Yeah, like that)\nCome on, come on, come on\nSmoke 'em and choke 'em like the motherfucking Peterman\nYou ain't know?\n\nCome on, come on, come on\n\nOne time for your mind\n(Notti got the flashlight looking for big bodies)\n\nYeah, right back up on your ass\nThe Southern way, no other way\nFuck what another say, fool\nThat's my motto\nYeah, that new thang, new slang\nWatch out for that new game\nIt's like that y'all\nYeah, check this out\nI'ma let my motherfucking dogs roll and bark at y'all\nAight","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Smoke Em & Choke Em\n  artist: Big Mike\n  album: Somethin' Serious\n  duration_ms: 157958\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Aww yeah, the Peterman's back in the thick of shit\n  Getting down for mine, taking care of business bitch\n  Y'all remember me, the nigga who step out the house at ten o'clock\n  Fired a couple of shots and shook up the whole block\n  Well now I'm back, and motherfuckers wanna flex\n  I let 'em vex cause I'm known for giving two to the chest\n  Now there's a lot of down niggas that know of me\n  But on the other hand there's a few that ain't sure of me\n  So I'ma take care of my business, right\n  And let them niggas know that the Peterman is in this\n\n  Since I've been away so wanna say I ain't able\n  I played the game long enough, it's\n  Time to take the money off the table\n  And put an end to all that bullshit saying\n  Because I'm true to the motherfucking game that I'm playing\n\n  See, it's a job, not a motherfucking hobby\n\n  You hoes don't know me, you better ask somebody\n\n  Chop 'em up (Yeah, like that)\n  OG Ron C (Come on, come on, come on)\n  Smoke 'em and choke 'em like the\n  Motherfucking Peterman (Breaking y'all)\n  Chop 'em up and not sloppy up (Yeah, like that)\n  Come on, come on, come on\n  Smoke 'em and choke 'em like the motherfucking Peterman\n  You ain't know?\n\n  Come on, come on, come on\n\n  One time for your mind\n  (Notti got the flashlight looking for big bodies)\n\n  Aww yeah, the Peterman's back in the thick of shit\n  Getting down for mine, taking care of business bitch\n  Y'all remember me, the nigga who step out the house at ten o'clock\n  Fired a couple of shots and shook up the whole block\n  Well now I'm back, and motherfuckers wanna flex\n  I let 'em vex cause I'm known for giving two to the chest\n  Now there's a lot of down niggas that know of me\n  But on the other hand there's a few that ain't sure of me\n  So I'ma take care of my business, right\n  And let them niggas know that the Peterman is in this\n\n  Since I've been away so wanna say I ain't able\n  I played the game long enough, it's\n  Time to take the money off the table\n  And put an end to all that bullshit saying\n  Because I'm true to the motherfucking game that I'm playing\n\n  See, it's a job, not a motherfucking hobby\n\n  You hoes don't know me, you better ask somebody\n\n  Chop 'em up (Yeah, like that)\n  OG Ron C (Come on, come on, come on)\n  Smoke 'em and choke 'em like the\n  Motherfucking Peterman (Breaking y'all)\n  Chop 'em up and not sloppy up (Yeah, like that)\n  Come on, come on, come on\n  Smoke 'em and choke 'em like the motherfucking Peterman\n  You ain't know?\n\n  Come on, come on, come on\n\n  One time for your mind\n  (Notti got the flashlight looking for big bodies)\n\n  Bang, bang, niggas fell down when they ran up\n  1993, Jack move, get your hands up\n  Niggas fall to the wayside trying to play fly\n  Fuck around with me, you wave your family bye bye\n\n  Had to kill a cop before some shit he tried to do to me\n  Steady making money cause the dope game ain't new to me\n  Steady stacking paper with my niggas and we all in\n  And there ain't no stopping this player from New Orleans\n  9Th Ward always hard, nigga never pull my card\n  Fuck around with me, they find your ass lying in the morgue\n  Laid out, niggas got played out, opposition faded out\n  Bitches wanna know how I made it out\n\n  So I just play that pimp role on 'em\n\n  Be making them thinking I'm loving them\n  When I just really be wanting to bone them\n  And their daddies can't understand, yeah\n  Cause ain't nann nigga laying more dick than the Peterman\n\n  Chop 'em up (Yeah, like that)\n  OG Ron C (Come on, come on, come on)\n  Smoke 'em and choke 'em like the\n  Motherfucking Peterman (Breaking y'all)\n  Chop 'em up and not sloppy up (Yeah, like that)\n  Come on, come on, come on\n  Smoke 'em and choke 'em like the motherfucking Peterman\n  You ain't know?\n\n  Come on, come on, come on\n\n  One time for your mind\n  (Notti got the flashlight looking for big bodies)\n\n  1-2-1-2, Motherfuckers, here I go again\n  Run and tell a fucking friend, Big Mike's on the hunt again\n  Hunting niggas, gunning niggas, hitting niggas, splitting niggas\n  Grabbing niggas, nabbing niggas, chunking niggas\n\n  Taking 'em to the motherfucking max\n  Niggas get back when I drop this motherfucking axe\n  Dead across the back of a ho\n\n  Niggas catch a buck, bitches get stitches\n  And ride with the fucking riches\n  Cause I be the nigga you never seen\n  Worse than a fucking bad dream and deadlier than the guillotine\n\n  Chopping motherfuckers in pieces\n  Dumping their bodies in rivers and watch 'em wash up on the beaches\n  I'm from that 9 where niggas don't mind dying\n  Always packing iron, fool, I ain't lying\n  So when you see them niggas r-r-running\n  Nickels c-coming through\n  The motherfucking Peterman\n\n  Chop 'em up (Yeah, like that)\n  OG Ron C (Come on, come on, come on)\n  Smoke 'em and choke 'em like the\n  Motherfucking Peterman (Breaking y'all)\n  Chop 'em up and not sloppy up (Yeah, like that)\n  Come on, come on, come on\n  Smoke 'em and choke 'em like the motherfucking Peterman\n  You ain't know?\n\n  Come on, come on, come on\n\n  One time for your mind\n  (Notti got the flashlight looking for big bodies)\n\n  Yeah, right back up on your ass\n  The Southern way, no other way\n  Fuck what another say, fool\n  That's my motto\n  Yeah, that new thang, new slang\n  Watch out for that new game\n  It's like that y'all\n  Yeah, check this out\n  I'ma let my motherfucking dogs roll and bark at y'all\n  Aight\n"}]