Peep Game

So what the fuck you 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