Lyrics:
peep game, the game can make your passion die
I let it off by the bar, prolly never stop
I finna doze, take a bar, so you bet I cop
A little bit asinine
I'm a man not judged by what I got
If rap games like a sport
Who the hell cares what I bought?
This is Chuck, here to snatch up and bag up
Ignorance no
it's not just fun and games
When I look into your eyes
So much passion burns inside
But if you need some coaxing
I will do it step by step there's
up on the game when I step through the door
Ya know, some of these niggas is so deceptive
Usin' my styles like a contraceptive
I hope ya get
the occupation when movin, my hustle never stop
Check what? Some babies camera's peep the blocks, stash the Glocks
Posi's squashed, ship ki's and here there's
you at?...ya peep that?
I'm on a mission to rejuvenate the funk
Bring the game back and give the do-or-diers what they want
When you hear Craig
watchin' hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by those type of niggas
With no game but brown-nose
So I impose only like pros can
"Yo, is this
This is my time peep the wrist
Am just becoming so rich
Am never chasing a B
After we smashing I dip
Benzo loving the whip
Came in this game just
(uh)
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
get jacked for your ride
catch you from the passengers side
my words turn the sea red
like the eyes of a weed head
ya'll peep my led then
like, drive by pumpin' that lean back
Police hop out of the whip, (?) right in my six
Four fifth tucked right on his hip
Some dumb drunk, this nigga
squirrels
And the pearls, and turning out the neighborhood little girls
And I seen that, so I peep the game
So I put her down, bottom bitch on my team
degree murderin' wig splitta, grave digga
Diggin' a ditch, puttin' a bitch
And them snitches in the pit, so don't fuck with
Them niggas off the 9 9
never no wars
I just move forward for my lady
Never shady, peeps just pay me
For making their lives better
And making you wetter
By making it rain
out the neighborhood little girls
Hmm, and I seen that, so I peep the game
So I put her down, bottom bitch on my team
And we began makin, breakin
NARC's on a nigga back missin me by inches
And they say how do you survive, weighin one-fifty-five
in the city where the little niggaz die
Tell mama
ayy (Ayy ayy)
Ap scoring them shots like I'm ad (Ad)
Spin wit the glocks yeah we aiming (Aiming)
Niggas they die by the daily
Ayy ayyy
Ak come wit
to creek
You won't hear a peep of me til the game is dead
So see you tomorrow with a bounty on my head
Uh-huh, yeah, ha
Never sprung huh?
Jigga, Roc-a-Fella y'all
Never sprung huh?
Yeah, peep the repertoire
Pa-pause, feel me on this one
Pa-pause,
untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a n**** wan' buy some things
I start in the hood, I
know you waited this
And I wanted this to be elaborate and so strenuous
And then you just slide by and wiz-ave
You on another piz-age
Is that the way
doors
I'm with my peeps
They just my regular bros (she knows)
And I am not fly
Nooo
She see me in my whip (whip, whip)
She like when I drive
Soon as I cop the nine, I pop the nine
When I take it out the box, I represent LOX
Now when I flow, you hit the rewind button
So I charge out more,
D-e-e-p nigga this a new ep
took some pics
put me Where I need to be
Flexing with no AP
Getting money stopping me
Rolling up that sour d
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