Lyrics:
Peter Gun

Throw a penny from the window, watch an old man play a song On a twenty-dollar violin he bought before the war, Though he screeches and he scratches and

like the Wallis to my Gromit... (Ha) The alpha to my Bruce wearing stripes on my candy cane Worn without the other so for real without the candy brain Super trooper like a gun

(parody of "Peter And The Wolf" by Sergei Prokofiev) Hello, Boys and Girls. This is a story that I like to call, "Peter and the Wolf". Are you sitting

rather see me dead And the raindrops keep on falling Yeah, they keep on falling Yeah, they keep on falling, falling, falling, yeah Nah, I ain't move bricks on the Peter

nigga? Nothin' What you tryin' to do? Nothin' I spit mack millimeter rhymes, kill a liter in line My nigga Peter got a heater in mines Niggas still lyin

, hah, hah, hah Yeah, yeah, y'know, tranquilise, tranqulise Yeah, yeah, yo, Ghostface (C'mon) Raekwon, Meth See me in the club, got a gun on my Lex

the new wind to blow in the storm We tried to remember the history in the region The French foreign legion, Imperialism, Peter O'Toole and hate the

X you'll see Chorus: Puff Daddy Bad Boy, Bad Boy, what you gonna do What you gonna do when they come for you (Gun cocking) You'll see, (gun cocking

niggaz buck for me, the projects love me It feel good to have love in the hood And I ain't got to buy weed, 'cause my credit is good Machine gun lyrics