Lyrics:
Livin' dat, yo what's up black?
Well its my third day home and not a cent to my name
No jobs they claim I'm back in the drug game
I need some money in
Whassup man? Always listen to that shit?
That thug criminal shit? Peep game nigga, peep game, feel me
Travel through my mind am I blind it's a shame
Whassup man? Always listen to that shit?
That thug criminal shit? Peep game nigga, peep game, feel me
Travel through my mind am I blind it's a shame
wonder why they call you bitch
You wonder why they call you bitch
Look here Miss Thang, hate to salt your game
But you's a money hungry woman and you
I said lil' mama somethin' potent, yeah Body fire, yeah,she smoken, yeah
She got that water, yeah, that ocean, yeah She peep game when it be spoken,
just listen
The rap game today is brought to you by the system
The trap game today is brought to you by the system
The two games combined and filled
trump tight
He was chillin’ in the day time
Clockin’ at night
Makes me wanna holla cause the dollar he kept
As he grows in his game, going step by step
the Gs, top quality
Chill wit the peeps, what yall wanna eat
Flex on the keys, flex on the beat
All day I kick it with my real O.Gs
All day I get it with
shut their P-I-E holes, now peep my game
'Cause I'm 'bout it 'bout it
Like a fuckin' (fuckin') echo (echo)
(Psych) Psycho on a cyclone cycle,
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
The things I think of, the shit is vital; it's survival
I need to break outta this vicious cycle
Peeps commit crimes; they claim it's in the Bible
I
I'm high as a kite
I kick game shoot the shit kick classics and then I write
It's all love cuz thugs a thug
Blowing dubs pack the tech it's all love
Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some
So don't tell me whatchu wish for
You wanna be kept by a rich ho
Bitch-ass nigga, I'm tryna hit me a lick
She better pay me right now
She wanna get
yaknahmsayin?
Niggas don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?
But this shit come all the way back around here
My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on y'all bitch-ass
Look at the cars as they roll by
Benz, Ferraris, trucks up high
Beepers connecting players to big-time deals
With all of this technology who needs
Well alright. Spice 1 in the hiddouse
(and Short Dawgs in the house bitch).
With the L.A. Players (soldiers to the game you know?) Yeah.
(Peep
(can't stand it)
Peep up in this game and this thing is so demandin' comin' Up
[Verse 2: Z-Ro]
I remember when I had to come up just to come down
walked the path
That was laid
I kept the pace
Never worried about a lost
I peep the game
I just walked by faith
Hit the road in a
Royce I'm switching lanes
Look
Everyday is never promised
Who pavin' ways (Mmmm)
I see my blessings go by
But chasin' ain't the game (Okay)
It's only right you keep quiet
Mmhh
Yeah
Cold Game
Ok
Here I come
Moses flow on my release
Let my music set me free
As I part the black sea
For peace pro speech
Soul on fire bring
You little punk motherfucker do yo thang
You bitch ass niggas won't do a thang
So shut the fuck up and
Peep some game from me
You just a BI I TCH!
a nigga wanna learn how to play the drums
Ba dum chhh, pa-rum pum pum pum
I sing the same song that I sung to your mum
When I grab her by the head then I
going to have his day
So when you peep just get the fuck up out my way
You forgot about, counted me out
Now I’m coming for revenge
Coming for revenge
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