Lifestyle - Pete & Bas, Patrick Karneigh Junior

You don’t wanna war with this one

PKJ kill a man with a garden gnome

And when he get home

The wife’s bumba gets blown

Put PCP 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

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 th war chest

Gorgeous gyally on PKJ

Lifestyl

They know my name, they don’t know my lifestyle

You see these bands yeah?

That’s lifestyle

You know I’ve got bands locked down inside

Jump out the car, they run, they hide

You don’t wanna war with PK

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, PKJ

I run a man down broad day

None of them man spent time in the field like me

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 PKJ

Lifestyle

They know my name, they don’t know my lifestyle

You see these bands yeah?

That’s lifestyle

You know I’ve got bands locked down inside

Jump out the car, they run, they hide

You don’t wanna war with PK

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 OAP

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