You don't wanna war with this one
P-K-J kill a man with a garden gnome
And when he get home
The wife's bumba gets blown
Put P-C-P on a cigarette tip and I'm off my dome
Just last week had a fight with a man on a bus and I broke his bones
What a marvellous day, in the kitchen listening to Marvin Gaye
What more can I say?
I'm cooking up curds and whey
Dish that down to the nits outside on morning break
I'm gonna get paid
None of them man spent time in the field like me (no no no no)
I took my time and counted down the hours
I took them packs and broke them down
And now I've got bands locked down in the war chest
Gorgeous gyally on P-K-J
Lifestyle (lifestyle)
They know my name, they don't know my lifestyle (lifestyle)
You see these bands yeah? That's lifestyle (lifestyle)
You know I've got bands locked down inside
Jump out the car, they run, they hide
You don't wanna war with P-K
Didn't wanna pay that cash he owed
Now that man's got a broken nose
Now that man's got broken legs
Now that man's got broken toes
You don't wanna war with Bas
'Cause Big Bas spray up the gaff, no garden hose
Dig up the garden grass and let the man decompose
I ride round town in a Beemer
Windows black so the feds can't see my face
Bin bags on the license plate
Crash that car through the garden gate
Chuck that cash on the counter
Told her keep it, I don't need that change
Big Bas, P-K-J
I run a man down broad day
None of them man spent time in the field like me (no no no no)
I took my time and counted down the hours
I took them packs and broke them down
And now I've got bands locked down in the war chest
Gorgeous gyally on P-K-J
Lifestyle (lifestyle)
They know my name, they don't know my lifestyle (lifestyle)
You see these bands yeah? That's lifestyle (lifestyle)
You know I've got bands locked down inside
Jump out the car, they run, they hide
You don't wanna war with P-K
They don't wanna war with Pete
I'll smash your mouth and I'll take your teeth
Don't waste my time, I'll rob your house and I'll make it brief
You can call the police
It ain't them, it's me who runs these streets
Got pigs like dogs on a leash
And I know my dogs, I can name every breed
Not an O-A-P
I drop those O's and I make that P
I'll be pedalling trees
Timberland boots on me own two feet
Been around that block
Sweet as a nut from a Dairy chocolate bar
Gear's locked down in the back of the car
I make bands and I don't play the guitar