you And you never did know why But I think I'm going to tell you Just give me fifty thousand lire for my thoughts Oh innocence has passed you by A long
the street Somewhere beneath this city's heat In the eyes of strangers who pass me by Life is cruel and so unkind Oh, Oh the SPIRIT OF '76 And Pete has
baby bubba If y'all feel it let me hear you say Heyyyeyyyeyyyyy baby bubba Well he caught me in the van, the gun chat lean fah-ward [Timbaland] Check me
't no, ain't no other niggas fucking with me Rappers throwin' jabs but it feel like nothing hit me Fake niggas, snake niggas I think something bit me
t sayin shit to me, 'cause your word don't get to me {gone} Givin lip to me, 'cause you want to live through me Oh, jealousy it'll get to the best of '
pimp me So I went window shoppin and bought 2 Bentleys I'm in the drivers seat, motherfucker don't tempt me Turnin Spider Loc against me, cause your scared to come get me
B dot L dot, you know the rest Wanted by the feds, hated by the ATF You can catch me at the DuPont Inn, two dykes swallowin gin Shorty sucked me out of
the bricks, I'm supplyin the hood Catch bodies like Pistol Pete passes on the wood Benz parked by the fence, brick stashed in the hood Top work by the
Passed some time on the stoop on the block were we used to sit I thought about it all too much I thought so hard i couldn't see Pete rode by on his Hutch
were riding north to chicago on route 65 we'd played the first show on a tour of 45 limey Shawn and Bryan rode in the truck 16 miles away me Shal Pete
the booty up, I told the Bitch she Betta Have My Money or step to the AMG You know Com Sense, oh yeah him be That nigga that be making all the bid-by-by
Pete Wilson - The king of racists - Pete Wilson Pete Wilson - Will be president - Pete Wilson Pete Wilson - he wants to see you dead - Pete Wilson Pete
's at the door Gotta break away, gotta break away, gotta [x2] (Kid 'N Play) (pass the peas) [repeated] (..now everybody say) (Pass the peas, pass the peas, pass
for presidents to represent me (Say what?) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) I'm out for dead presidents to represent me Chorus: Nas, Pete
fallin six feet deep I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me [Chorus - Pete
[Petey Pablo talking] To get with me, 2000 Yo Pete, I think they ready for you Give y'all some of me YEAH! [Hook x2] Petey Pablo - Petey Pab Petey Pablo
'm outta here, ghost! "I'm on the microphone.." [5X] [Pete Nice] Uncle Fester, the baldhead jester Not me, the Minister, the mic molestor Five-oh arrest
, the game and my goal 3rd Bass settin soul in the hole Yo man, why don't you give me the pole man? Why are you freezin me out? Yo man, cause you can