Peep Game lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac]
So what the f*ck you talkin about?! Aw, sh*t

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Goody, goody, gumdrops
n*gga, get your hoodie and your gun c*cked, 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
Hunh! As if I know ya, then I could show ya
But if I don't know, I gotta .44 fo' ya
So, so peep game, at point blank range
The fame can't change what the game maintains
Strange! Went 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 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 n*ggas know that neither one of y'all can fade me
I ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't deisel
But f*ck with 2Pac and pop goes the weasel
Me and Threat made a bet on how many fellas
Would jock a mothaf*ckin' real n*gga 'cause they jealous
They do it for the fame, explain, insane
What's in a name? What's in a name?
Peep game
[Chorus: Deadly Threat]
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 Threat don't get cha, Pac gon' kill ya

[Verse 2: Deadly Threat, 2Pac, Deadly Threat & 2Pac]
Killa Cali
The state where they kill
Down wit Oaktown? What's up homie, can I chill?
The b*tches lookin funny
Film at elev', film at eleven with they minds on they heaven
With they .357
Where you at?
On the freeway, leaving LA
OK, see you when get here loc
Okay
-Here I am. Here I am
Goddamn that was quick
Told ya I was coming
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
'Cause 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 mama 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: Deadly Threat]
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 Threat don't get cha, Pac gon' kill ya

[Verse 3: Deadly Threat]
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 their ass
And oh, popped his 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 3:00
We goin coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs (oowee)

[Chorus: Deadly Threat]
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 Threat don't get cha, Pac gon' kill ya

[Verse 4: 2Pac]
Time to get paid, time to get paid, check
Time to represent the west homie, nothing but a vest on me
Got my hands on my Glock, eyes on the prize
First sucker jump, first n*gga die
Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme mine like I told ya
Hard as a boulder, motherf*cking soldier
Boom bam boom!! It's a stickup
Vice president Dan Quayle eat a di*k up
Peep game
[Chorus: Deadly Threat]
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 Threat don't getcha, Pac gon' kill ya

[Outro: 2Pac]
Punk b*tch
f*ck all those motherf*ckers
They all can eat a motherf*cking di*k up
Word up, f*ck the police, I don't give a f*ck
Bobcat in this motherf*cker boy
Big up! Big up! To the criminals
f*ck em
"This is serious business"
Yeah, microphone mafia
2Pac, Threat, Bobcat
93 shot
Yeah n*gga, b*tch