Atron Gregory - Peep Game lyrics

[Verse 1: 2Pac] So what the f** you talkin about?! Aw, sh** Goody, goody, gumdrops n***a, get your hoodie and your gun co*ked Rock it till the drum stops, hip hop Even if my sh** flip flop It probably wouldn't stop, talk sh** and get socked How ya hang em? Know a realer n***a? You could bring him If I don't represent the sh**, 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**! Flick or no flick I trips for no b**h 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***as know that neither one of y'all can fade me I ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't deisel But f** wit 2Pac and pop goes the weasel Me and Threat made a bet on how many fellas Would jock a mothaf**in' real n***a 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**h, how ya like me now? Can't f** around wit the funky style Put it together like a puzzle builder If Threat don't get cha, Pac gon' k** ya [Verse 2: Deadly Threat] k**a Cali The state where they k** Down wit Oaktown? What's up homie, can I chill? The b**hes lookin funny Film at elev,film at eleven wit they minds on they heaven Wit they .357 -Where you at? *On the freeway, leaving 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 n***a? What ya know? A n***a 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 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 [Hook] [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 witt they a** And oh, pop this vest and all the rest of that mess Comin through like Terminater 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 for Cocoa Puffs. Whooo eeii!!! [Hook] [Verse 4: 2Pac] Time to get paid, time to get paid. Check Time to represent the west homie, nuttin' but a vest on me Got my hands on my Glock, eyes on the prize First s**a jump, first n***a die Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme mine like I told ya Hard as a boulder Motha f**in soulja Boom bam boom!! It's a stick up Vice president Dan Quayle eat a dick up Peep game [Hook] [Outro: 2Pac] Punk motha f**a f** all those motha f**as, they all can eat a mothaf**ing dick up Word up. f** the police. I don't give a f** Bobcat in this mothaf**a boy Big up! Big up! To the criminals f** em "This is serious business" Yeah, microphone mafia 2Pac, Threat, Bobcat 93 shot Yeah n***a, b**h