Peep Game

So what the f******u talkin' about? (Aw, shit) Goody, goody, gumdrops Nigga, get your hoodie and your gun cocked Rock it 'til 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 kick Then we could swing As if I know ya (huh), then I could show ya But if I don't know, I gotta .44 for ya (so) 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 trips for no bitch Catch up on your pimpin', I ain't simpin' I'ma diss her Couldn't be my sister if she's 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 fade me I ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't diesel But fuck wit' 2Pac and pop goes the weasel Me and Threat made a bet on how many fellas Would jack a mothafuckin' real nigga 'cause they jealous They do it for the fame, explain, insane What's in a name? What's in a name? Peep game Hey, punk bitch, how ya like me now? Can't fuck around with the funky style Put it together like a puzzle, will ya? If Threat don't get ya, Pac gon' kill ya Killa Cali, the state where they kill Down with Oaktown? What's up homie, can I chill? The bitch is lookin' for me Film at e-, film at eleven, send my soul to Heaven wit' they 357 Where you at? On the freeway, leavin' L.A. Okay, see you when get here, loc Okay Here I am, here I am Goddamn, that was quick Told you I was comin', who is that? Is that your woman? Nah, that's just a hoochie looking for some juice (what's up, my nigga?) Well, you know a nigga got a little bigger That's all folks know, fat gold ropes Gotta keep it lowkey for my attack when I approach We want the diamonds, the pearls, the round-a-way girls 'Cause baby back (baby got), back's out this world Would you give a fee? Never, fly like a feather Make more money than your daddy and your momma put together The game is to be sold, not to be told So buy it, can't afford it? Low budget hoes got a brother, peep game Punk bitch, how ya like me now? Can't fuck around with the funky style Put it together like a puzzle, will ya? If Threat don't get ya, Pac gon' kill ya Don't sell out, get the hell out 'Cause here I come, hit 'em with my bop gun They came and they blast, we got wit' they ass And oh, pop this vest and all the rest of that mess Comin' through like Terminator 2 Boost your crew 'cause we ain't afraid of you You know what time it is wit me once the clock strike three They go coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs (ooh-wee) Punk bitch, how ya like me now? Can't fuck around with the funky style Put it together like a puzzle, will ya? If Threat don't get ya, Pac gon' kill ya Time to get paid, time to get paid, check Time to represent the West, homie Nothin' but a vest on me Hand 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, motherfuckin' soldier Boom, bang, boom it's a stick up Vice president Dan Quayle eat a dick up And peep game (that's right break it down) Yeah, yo, come on (Break it down) Yeah, yo, come on (Break-break it down) Yeah, yo, come on (Break it down) Yeah, yo, come on (Break-break it down) yeah Punk bitch, how ya like me now? Can't fuck around with the funky style Put it together like a puzzle, will ya? If Threat don't get ya, Pac gon' kill ya Punk bitch, how ya like me now? Can't fuck around with the funky style Put it together like a puzzle, will ya? If Threat don't get ya, Pac gon' kill ya Punk bitch Fuck all those mothafuckers They all can eat a mothafuckin' dick up Word up Fuck the police, I don't give a fuck Bobcat in this mothafucker, boy Big up, big up to the criminals Fuck 'em This is serious business Yeah Microphone mafia 2Pac, Threat, Bobcat 93 shot Yeah, nigga, bitch --- Peep Game - 2Pac and Deadly Thread