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Yeah I seen em come through here a couple times
I didnt think nuttin of em
Y'know what I'm sayin
But that s**t you dont talk that huh?
That s**t shocked everybody
Hook
Petey
Put the money in the bag b*tch 'fo I blow yo head off (whoa)
Get yo as* on the floor nigg* think a motherfka playin with yall (yessir)
This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it aint got Serials on it (and i)
Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call
Verse 1
Petey
I wonder how many thought about Petey Pab
When I was apache rappin in the penetentury yard
Eatin viennie weenies outa chanteens, smokin on roll-ups, strokin on my love meat
Waitin for the day cut in the term and free
So I could get out here and make mama proud of me
And do the right thing run up on the right man
That can pull the right string get to where I'm possed to be
Had to get ejected cause the game a cold
Anywhere and when the motherfka slammed the door
Oh no, hell naw (say what!?)
Get lost (Hold up)
Wait a minute dog (Sorry Charlie)
fked around one night went out in New York
When I met one of the brothers "up-in-ala-boys"
Ever since then money been a real long head
That bout says it all (c'mon)
Hook
Petey
Put the money in the bag b*tch 'fo I blow yo head off
Get yo as* on the floor nigg* think a motherfka playin with yall
This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it aint got Serials on it
Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call
Verse 2
Petey
(Oh this?) Is just something that a carry with me all the time
Just incase one of these motherfkers loose they mind
And run up on me like I aint gone hold it down for mine
I can show you better than tryin to tell ya bout it
See once upon a time I think Pitt was the county
Where these used to run around armed and robbin
There was this little boy by the name of Moses
Had to run home keep from gettin me jewelry stolen
Till one day nigg* caught a hold to him
Did what they wanted to em stole my little Gucci coat
Oh naw (hell naw)
s**t yeah they did (Whatchu do about it?)
What the fk you think I did?
Told Grama, granny told Grampa
Grampa took his grandson in the backyard (here boy)
Gave me somethin spossed to take the pressure off
Instead he teach me how to shoot at the mouth (ahhhh)
Hook
Petey
Put the money in the bag b*tch 'fo I blow yo head off
Get yo as* on the floor nigg* think a motherfka playin with yall
This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it aint got Serials on it
Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call
Verse 3
Petey
They aint certified till a nigg* run in they house
Put the thang in they mouth and blow errrthing they think out
Run around actin like girls (talkin bout errrbody)
You gone make me loose it all (I swear to God)
I wasnt gone talk about it but, God d*mnit!
This motherfker bout to pi*s me off (errrrrr)
And this d*ck ridin radio station as* motherfkin nigg* down here in Raleigh (keep goin!)
I dont give a fat b*tch big t*ty pair one of yall motherfkin play my s**t (my nigg*!)
And the couple of spins that yall son-girls did give me came from my man and them (Devious!)
Man fk that church boy grab the looks
Come on the motherfkin road with us (trust ya home boy)
If I said anything I aint spossed to said and hurt anyone of yall them fk it
Hook
Petey
Put the money in the bag b*tch 'fo I blow yo head off
Get yo as* on the floor nigg* think a motherfka playin with yall
This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it aint got Serials on it
Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call
Put the money in the bag b*tch 'fo I blow yo head off
Get yo as* on the floor...
