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Peep Game (feat. Deadly Threat)

So what the fuck you talkin' about?Goody, goody, gumdrops, nigga, get your hoodie

An' your gun cocked, rock it 'til the drum stops

Hip hop, even if my shit flip flop

An' it probably wouldn't stop, talk shit an' get sockedHow 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

As if I know ya, then I could show ya

But if I don't know, I got a fo'-fo' fo' yaSo, so peep game at point blank range

The fame can't change what the game maintains

Strange, wind against the grain

Aw, shit, flick or no flick, I tricks for no bitchCatch up on your pimpin', I ain't simpin', I'ma 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 niggas know that neither one of y'all can flay me?I ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't Diesel

But fuck wit Tupac an' pop goes the weasel

Me an' Threat made a bet on how many fellas

Would jack a mothafuckin' real nigga 'coz they jealousThey do it for the fame, explain, insane

What's in a name, what's in a name? Peep gamePunk bitch, how ya like me now?

Can't fuck around wit the funky style

Put it together like a puzzle builder

If Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill yaKilla 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 3 5 7Where you at? On the freeway, deep in LA

Okay, see you when get here, loc, okay

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 hooch lookin' 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 approachI want the diamonds, the pearls, the round the way girls

'Coz baby got, baby got backs out this world

Would you give a fee? Never, fly like a feather

Make more money than your father an' your momma put togetherThe game is to be sold, not to be told

So buy it, can't afford it?

Low budget hoes gotta brother, peep gamePunk bitch, how ya like me now?

Can't fuck around wit the funky style

Put it together like a puzzle builder

If Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill yaDon't sell out, get the hell out

'Coz here I come, hit 'em with my bop gun

They came an' they blast, we got wit they ass

An' oh, pop this vest an' all the rest of that messComin' through like Terminator 2

Bruise your crew 'coz we ain't afraid of you

You know what time it is wit me once the clock strike 3

They go for coo coo like Cocoa Puffs, ooh, weePunk bitch, how ya like me now?

Can't fuck around wit the funky style

Put it together like a puzzle builder

If Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill yaTime to get paid, time to get paid, check

Time to represent the West, on me, nothin' but a vest

Got my hands on my glock, eyes on the prize

First sucka jump, first sucka dieGimme mine, gimme mine, gimme mine like I told ya

Hard as a boulder, mothafuckin' soldier

Boom bam boom, it's a stick up

Vice President Dan Quayle eat a dick up, peep gamePunk bitch, how ya like me now?

Can't fuck around wit the funky style

Put it together like a puzzle builder

If Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill yaPunk bitch, how ya like me now?

Can't fuck around wit the funky style

Put it together like a puzzle builder

If Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill yaPunk bitch, fuck all those mothafuckas

They all can eat a mothafuckin' dick up

Word up, fuck the police, I don't give a fuck

Bobcat in this mothafucka, boyBig up, big up to the criminals, fuck 'em

This is serious business, yeah, Microphone Mafia

Tupac, Threat, Bobcat, 93 shot

Yeah, nigga, bitch

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