2Pac – Peep Game (feat. Deadly Threat) Lyrics

2Pac – Peep Game (feat. Deadly Threat) Lyrics
Peep Game
2Pac (feat. Deadly Threat)
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    "Peep Game." - 2Pac (feat. Deadly Threat)

    Album: Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z... (Expanded Edition)
    Track No: 07
    So what the fuck you talking 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 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
    As if I know ya, then I could show ya
    But if I don't know, I got a 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, shit, flick or no flick, I tricks for no bitch

    Catch 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 jealous

    They do it for the fame, explain, insane
    What's in a name, what's in a name? Peep game

    Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
    Can't fuck around with the funky style
    Put it together like a puzzle builder
    If Trenton don't getcha, Pops 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
    With they minds on they Heaven, wit they 3 5 7

    Where 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 approach

    I 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 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

    Punk 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 ya

    Don'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 mess

    Comin' 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, wee

    Punk 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 ya

    Time 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 die

    Gimme 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 game

    Punk 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 ya

    Punk 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 ya

    Punk 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, 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

    Writer(s): Deadly Threat, Bobby "Bobcat" Ervin & 2Pac.

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