Peep Game

Lyrics

[Verse 1: JT the Bigga Figga] Peep game from the mack on track with these Got the tapes and the wax, checking stacks with ease 'Cause it's the Bigga, the Figga, the ones who came to see ya A funky type of style of rappin' 'cause we flowin' like a river Never ever ever have you seen a player like me Poppin' so swell, I got the clientele So what's up, what's up? Can I pass to my brother? Don't get mad because we bounce like rubber Now I told ya, we wasn't gon' stop 'til we major Hooked up flights with Skynet pagers From coast to coast, we won't brag or boast We'll take a toast, to the boys that flow, you know Me and D-Moe, two playas from the Get Low Straight up outta Frisco, so now you suckas kniz-know Feel the flow, feel the flow, I know you know we good to go We mackin' 'em and stackin' 'em, and afterward, we crackin' 'em We packin' 'em up, we wrappin' 'em up, we shippin' 'em off to Boston They try to play some players so you know it's gonna cost 'em It ain't no thang to make it swang and make the beat saucy Write the raps, lay the tracks, then you know it's bossy Peep game [Verse 2: D-Moe] Just P-double E-P some G-A-M-E From D-dash-M-O-E, the Y-O-U-N-G S-T-izA, 'cause in 9-trizzay I gotta get paid and can't fade minimum wage 'Cause I be comin' saucy like spaghetti, tryna get my fetti Do you feel me? 'Cause I felt me Now tell me do I need to be bad like hangin' On the turf moving work, smoking dank? Nope I'm posted in the studio like daily Keepin' funky verses but the radio won't play me They say we always cuss every time I start to bust And plus at a concert, my homies from the hood kick dust But a must is a must, so we must get our currency Tapes and concerts, posters and CDs So take a piece of game from a brother that's a gamer Put me in your clip, and cock me in your chamber 'Cause we be shootin' lyrics like a 4-5 And we be poppin' game like a Tec-9 So respect mine and the rest of GLP And one love to my folks and for Jt Peep game [Verse 3: JT the Bigga Figga | D-Moe] It's like a gangbang thang, mayne, the way the beat just gon' swang But only gang that we bang is checkin' mail for our game My homie O-Z-D-to the R-to the E, upcoming rapper from the SFC Brought it to my attention I need to mention some of my generosity Addicted by them rappers, them none act street jackers Put out our own tapes and turf out here to be nothin' but packers So that's what me and D-Moe do, so do the dope to take advantage of the rap game Poppin' so swell, being in the game in '85 and ain't nothin' changed Living the game, so insane, tryna maintain my currency Does work off in the dirt, steady tryna murder me The Y-the B-the G is coming sicker than a flu On some liquor when his finger's on the trigger Peep game