Can't Get Enough

[ VERSE 1: Peter Gunz ]

I put the helmet on my mic and tackle MC's

I break backs of fat tracks and freeze

And get up on these, and hit your knees

Trick, can do what you do, they call me Peter

Oh, you ain't feelin me? I ain't feelin yo ass either

Now if you know this shit when you hear

Drop your blunt and your beer

And put your hands up in the air

Then I steer the 600 and flex through your hood

I get your money or girl, I take your car, then I'm

good

Call me the rap killer, thriller, loungin in my villa

I'm chocolate inside, but on the outside vanilla

The darker the berry, they say the juice is mo' sweet

But it's 2 dollars more, bitch, if you want white

meat

Now I - never lost a battle in my life

God came close, and yo, I beat Jesus twice

I take it to your block, your party, and do my thing

Cause I don't give a shit how you niggas wanna swing

[ CHORUS ]

You can get touched, cause none wanna mess with us

I call your bluff, cause y'all just be actin tough

You get bust, cause competition talks too much

I know it's rough, but y'all still can't get enough

[ VERSE 2: Ecstacy ]

You might think I'm one of those men who couldn't keep

they woman in check

But all respect to the Ecs passin checks while you're

payin for sex

You take her out, you buy her things, you bring her

flowers

Come home, and she's with Ecstacy up in the shower

Now picture that, now you wanna get your gat

But I keep a strap, so get your shit exact, I got my

shit intact

And it's a fact that Jalil got my back at the face of

trouble

Get in that ass on the double, we blown like a bubble

Shovelin and buryin our way up out to rubble, half

heart half humble

So all expenses paid as I'm headin up this platinum

road

I'm out to get it, you can keep your gold

I got an album full of rocks

Good luck to all the labels on lock

In '96 Whodini's callin the shots

It takes two to play this game, but three makes it

better

Master Dee, Jalil and Ecstacy, we here forever

[ CHORUS ]

[ VERSE 3: Lord Tarik ]

I can get swift as if I was Mario Andretti

Mastermind, my crime time and rhymes keep steady

But I'm quite ready, rhymes cut like freddy, now

Give me a mic and a crowd, I'm quite deadly, how

Tarik, hypnotizin when I'm comin out your equalizer

Flee me when you see me, that would be wiser

I know you wanna be me, ridin in my coupe

As I ride by I see you sittin on your stoop

Lookin funny with no money, but no cash, no honey

I was told you can pay to make your rainy day sunny

It's the money in my life

Allowin me to get all that honey from your wife

Yeah, she's tall, slim and trife

Sharp like a knife, yet dull like a Sunday

I met her on Monday and fucked her on Monday

That's one way to know that money comes and goes

And so do freaks and hoes, that's why I don't trust

em

I lust for them, but I gots no love for them

In the winter, I don't got a glove for them

So I keep a steady pace in this race for these ladies

I got her on tape drinkin Bailey's on gravy

[ CHORUS ]

[ VERSE 4: Jalil ]

I'm smooth as a Lexus, yet I ride rugged like a jeep

It's the rapper Jalil, money, that's creepin in your

sleep

Call me Freddy, except I'm smooth, black, long and

steady

Ecstacy pass the mic, cause my rap time's ready

Now who wanna swing it? Don't even sing it

It's party time, put your hands up, players, bring it

I lounge with the big boys, sippin Crystal

And when the music stops, find me in the hotel

All my dime pieces in the back, where you at?

I got the fatment, plus this rap shit keeps me

stacked

Fly me on a plane to Jermaine, good lookin

Atlanta, for representin Brooklyn, you shook, and

I'm So So Def, and yet I'm so so smooth

Give me a mic and a beat, and watch this blackman

move

Takin it to another level, flippin my steez

So get up on these and pass them trees if you please

[ CHORUS ]

And we don't stop

Whodini

'96 y'all

About to do this

And you don't quit