Smoke Em & Choke Em lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, like that, come on, come on, come on
Smoke ‘em and choke ‘em like the muthaf*ckin’ Peterman
1, 2, 3, uh You ain’t know?
(“Smoke ‘em then choke ‘em like the muthaf*ckin’ Peter Man”)
(“Smoke ‘em then choke ‘em like the muthaf*ckin’ Peter Man”)
(“Smoke ‘em then choke ‘em like the muthaf*ckin’ Peter Man”)
(“Now they got the flashlight, looking for Big Mike”)

[Verse 1]
Ah yeah, the Peterman’s back in the thick of sh*t
Getting down for mine, taking care of business, b*tch
Y’all remember me, the n*gga who step out the house at 10 o’clock
Fired a couple of shots and shook up the whole block
Well now I’m back, and muthaf*ckas wanna flex
I let ‘em flex ‘cause I’m known for giving two to the chest
Now there’s a lot of down n*ggas that know of me
But on the other hand, there’s a few that ain’t sure of me
So I’ma take of my business, right?
And let them n*ggas know that the Peterman is in this
Since I’ve 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 an end to all that bullsh*t singin’
Because I’m true to the muthaf*ckin’ game that I’m playin’
See, it’s a job, not a muthaf*ckin’ hobby
You hoes don’t know me, you better ask somebody, and I’m…
[Chorus]
(“Smoke ‘em then choke ‘em like the muthaf*ckin’ Peter Man”)
(“Smoke ‘em then choke ‘em like the muthaf*ckin’ Peter Man”)
(“Smoke ‘em then choke ‘em like the muthaf*ckin’ Peter Man”)
(“Now they got the flashlight, looking for Big Mike”)
You ain’t know
(“Smoke ‘em then choke ‘em like the muthaf*ckin’ Peter Man”)
(“Smoke ‘em then choke ‘em like the muthaf*ckin’ Peter Man”)
(“Smoke ‘em then choke ‘em like the muthaf*ckin’ Peter Man”)
(“Now they got the flashlight, looking for Big Mike”)

[Verse 2]
Bang bang, n*ggas fell down when they ran up
1993, jack move, get your hands up
n*ggas fall to the wayside tryna play fly
f*ck around me, can wave your family bye-bye
Had to kill a copper for some sh*t he tried to do me
Steady making money ‘cause the dope game ain’t new to me
Steady stacking paper with my n*ggas and we all in
And there ain’t no stoppin’ this playa from New Orleans
Ninth Ward, always hard, n*gga never pulled my card
f*ck around me, they’ll find your ass lying in the morgue
Laid out, n*ggas got played out, opposition faded out
b*tches wanna know how I made it out
So I just plaly that pimp role on ‘em
Be making ‘em thinking I’m lovin’ ‘em
When I just really be wantin’ to bone ‘em
And their daddies can’t understand, yeah
‘Cause ain’t nann layin’ more di*k than the Peterman
[Chorus]
(“Smoke ‘em then choke ‘em like the muthaf*ckin’ Peter Man”)
(“Smoke ‘em then choke ‘em like the muthaf*ckin’ Peter Man”)
(“Smoke ‘em then choke ‘em like the muthaf*ckin’ Peter Man”)
(“Now they got the flashlight, looking for Big Mike”)
(“Smoke ‘em then choke ‘em like the muthaf*ckin’ Peter Man”)
(“Smoke ‘em then choke ‘em like the muthaf*ckin’ Peter Man”)
(“Smoke ‘em then choke ‘em like the muthaf*ckin’ Peter Man”)
(“Now they got the flashlight, looking for Big Mike”)

[Verse 3]
1, 2, 1, 2, muthaf*ckas, here I go again
Run and tell a f*ckin’ friend, Big Mike’s on the hunt again
Huntin’ n*ggas, gunnin’ n*ggas, hittin’ n*ggas, splittin’ n*ggas
Grabbin’ n*ggas, stabbin’ n*ggas, chokin’ n*ggas, smokin’ n*ggas
Taking ‘em to the muthaf*ckin’ max
n*ggas get back when I drop this muthaf*ckin’ axe
Dead across the back of a hoe
n*ggas catch a blow, b*tches get stitches and robbed of their riches
‘Cause I be the n*gga you never seen
Worse than a f*ckin’ bad dream and deadlier than a guillotine
Choppin’ muthaf*ckas in pieces
Dumpin’ their bodies in rivers and watch it wash up on beaches
I’m from that Nine, where n*ggas don’t mind dying
Always packin’ iron, fool, I ain’t lyin’
So when you see them n*ggas ru-ru-runnin’
Look who’s co-comin’ through, the muthaf*ckin’ Peterman
[Chorus]
(“Smoke ‘em then choke ‘em like the muthaf*ckin’ Peter Man”)
(“Smoke ‘em then choke ‘em like the muthaf*ckin’ Peter Man”)
Yeah, fool, I told you once before, ha ha ha
(“Smoke ‘em then choke ‘em like the muthaf*ckin’ Peter Man”)
(“Now they got the flashlight, looking for Big Mike”)
(“Smoke ‘em then choke ‘em like the muthaf*ckin’ Peter Man”)
(“Smoke ‘em then choke ‘em like the muthaf*ckin’ Peter Man”)
(“Smoke ‘em then choke ‘em like the muthaf*ckin’ Peter Man”)
(“Now they got the flashlight, looking for Big Mike”)

[Outro]
Yeah, right back up on your ass, the Southern way, no other way
f*ck what another say, fool—that’s my motto
Yeah, that new thang, new slang, watch out for the dame
It’s like that, y’all (It’s like that y’all, and ya don’t stop)