Peep Game lyrics

Song information

Artist: 2pac
Album: Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

Lyrics

(Feat. threat)

So what the fuck you talkin about?! aw, shit
Goody, goody, gumdrops
Nigaa, get your hoodie and your gun cocked
Rock it till the drum stops
Hip hop
Even if my shit flip flop
It probably wouldn't stop
Talk shit and get socked
How ya hang em?
Know a realer nigga? you could bring him
If I don't represent the shit
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. wood against the grain
Aw shit. flick or no flick I trips for no bitch
Catch up on your pimpin
I ain't simpin. I'm a dis her
Couldn't be my sister if she actin like a mister
Tell me why they, tell me why they, tell me why they play me
Don't these niggas know that neiter one of y'all can fade me
I ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't deisel
But fuck wit tupac and pop goes the weisel
Me and threat made a bet on how many fellas
Would jack a motha fuckin real nigga 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 bitch, how ya like me now?
Can't fuck around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder
If threat don't get cha, pac gon' kill ya

Killa cali
The state where they kill
Down wit oaktown? what's up homie, can I chill?
The bitches 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 nigga? what ya know? a nigga 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 daddy and your mamma 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]

Yo 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 his vest and all the rest of that mess
Comin through like terminator 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 homie, nuttin but a vest on me
Hands on the glock, eyes on the prize
First sucka jump, first nigga die
Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme mine like I told ya
Hard as a boulder
Motha fuckin souja
Boom bang boom!! it's a stick up
Vice president dan quayle eat a dick up
Peep game

[Chorus repeats]

(Spoken by tupac)
Punk motha fucka
Fuck all those motha fuckas, they all can eat a motha fuckin dick up
Word up. fuck the police. I don't give a fuck
Bobcat in this motha fucka boy
Big up! big up! to the criminals
Fuck em

This is serious business

Yeah, microphone mafia
Tupac, threat, bobcat
93 shot
Yeah nigga, bitch

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

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