Peep Game - 2Pac feat Threat
So what the f_ck you talkin about?! Aw, sh_t.
Goody, goody, gumdrops.
Nigaa, get your hoodie and your gun cocked.
Rock it till the drum stops.
Hip hop.
Even if my sh_t flip flop
It probably wouldn't stop.
Talk sh_t and get socked.
How ya hang em?
Know a realer n_gga? You could bring him.
If I don't represent the sh_t,
I'll kick it.
We could sway him.
Huh. As if I know ya.
Then I could show ya.
But if I don't know, I gotta fo' fo' fo' ya.
So, so peep game
At point blank range.
The fame can't change what the game maintains.
Strange. Wind against the grain.
Aw sh_t. Flick or no flick I trips for no b_tch.
Catch up on your pimpin.
I ain't simpin. I'm a dis her.
Couldn't be my sister if she actin like I missed her.
Tell me why they, tell me why they, tell me why they play me.
Don't these n_ggas know that neiter one of y'all can fade me.
I ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't deisel.
But f_ck wit Tupac and pop goes the weisel.
Me and Threat made a bet on how many fellas
Would jack a motha f_ckin real n_gga cuz they jealous.
They do it for the fame.
Explain. Insane. What's in a name? What's in a name?
Peep game.
[Chorus repeats]
Punk b_tch, how ya like me now?
Can't f_ck around wit the funky style.
Put it together like a puzzle builder.
If Trenton don't get cha, pops gon' kill ya.
Killa Cali.
The state where they kill.
Down wit Oaktown? What's up homie, can I chill?
The b_tches lookin funny.
Feel em at me. Feel em at me wit they minds on they heaven
Wit they .357.
-Where you at?
*On the freeway, deep in LA.
-OK, see you when get here loc.
*OK.
-Here I am. Here I am.
*Goddamn that was quick.
-Told ya I was comin. Who is that? Is that your woman?
*Na, that's just a hoochie looking for some juice.
-What's up my n_gga? What ya know? A n_gga got a little bigger.
That's all folks know.
Fat gold ropes.
Gotta keep a low key for my attack.
When I approach, I want the diamonds, the pearls.
The round the way girls.
Cuz baby got, baby got back out this world.
Would you give a fee? Never.
Fly like a feather.
Make more money than your father and your mother put together.
The game is to be sold, not to be told.
So buy it.
Can't afford it?
Low budget hoes gotta brother.
Peep game.
[Chorus repeats]
Don't sell out.
Get the hell out.
Cuz here I come.
Hit em with my bop gun.
They came and they blast.
We got witt they ass.
And oh, pop this vest and all the rest of that mess.
Comin through like Terminater 2.
Boost your crew cuz we ain't afraid of you.
You know what time it is wit me once the clock stike 3.
We goin coo-coo like Cocoa Puffs. Whooo eeii!!!
[Chorus repeats]
Time to get paid, time to get paid. Check.
Time to represent the west. On me: nuttin but a vest.
Got my hands on my glock, eyes on the prize.
First s_cka jump, first s_cka die.
Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme mine like I told ya.
Hard as a boulder.
Motha f_ckin souja.
Boom bam boom!! It's a stick up.
Vice president Dan Quayle eat a d_ck up.
Peep game.
[Chorus repeats]
(Spoken by Tupac)
Punk motha f_cka.
F_ck all those motha f_ckas, they all can eat a motha f_ckin d_ck up.
Word up. F_ck the police. I don't give a f_ck.
Bobcat in this motha f_cka boy.
Big up! Big up! To the criminals.
F_ck em.
this is serious business.
Yeah, microphone mafia.
Tupac, Threat, Bobcat.
93 shot.
Yeah n_gga, b_tch.
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