Lifestyle (feat. Patrick Karneigh Junior)

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