2Pac, Threat - Peep Game lyrics

So what the fuck you talkin about?! Aw, shit
Goody, goody, gumdrops
Nigga, get your hoodie and your gun cocked
Rock it till 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'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 shit! Flick or no flick
I trips for no bitch
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 niggas know that neither one
Of y'all can fade me
I ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't deisel
But fuck wit 2Pac and pop goes the weasel
Me and Threat made a bet on how many fellas
Would jock 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

Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
Can't fuck around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder
If Threat don't get cha, Pac gon' kill ya

Killa Cali the state where they kill
Down wit Oaktown? What's up homie
Can I chill? The bitches 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 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
'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

Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
Can't fuck around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder
If Threat don't get cha, 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
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)

Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
Can't fuck around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder
If Threat don't get cha, Pac gon' kill ya

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 sucka jump, first nigga die
Gimme mine, gimme mine
Gimme mine like I told ya hard as a boulder
Motherfuckin soulja
Boom bam boom! It's a stickup
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 Threat don't getcha, Pac gon' kill ya

Punk bitch fuck all those motherfuckers
They all can eat a motherfucking dick up
Word up, fuck the police, I don't give a fuck
Bobcat in this motherfucker 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