Peep Game Part 2 lyrics

by

The Notorious B.I.G.


[Intro]
Damn
Hey, close yo' muthaf*ckin' mouth...
Shut yo' muthaf*ckin' mouth!
This is how we going to to this in '94
Here we go
Time to size these n*ggas up and cut they ass short, yow know?
Mothaf*ckers got me going for it
f*ck these n*ggas
DING!

[Verse 1]
Momma ain't raised no punks
Playa-hate n*ggas, pay attention, this is what they want
Since you all up in a n*gga mix
Then maybe you can hang with the street game, don't be a b*tch
Keep your head up, baby, and I meant that
Now you trying to toss me in the mix, and b*tch, I resent that
These hoes ain't sh*t
Plottin' on a n*gga 'cause he rich
Then wonder why they call you b*tch
And if you offended, you's a lyin' ass trick and that was intended
I'm coming back with a passion
And screaming 'Thug Life,' b*tch
When my n*ggas get the blastin'
I'm puttin' hoes on tape, and not 'cause I wanna, but I gotta
'Cause tramps love to scream "rape!"
I'm rushing b*tches to the hotel
And I'm blindfolding hoes I don't know well
Huh, guess it's hard on a n*gga in '94
If you can find a ho, n*gga, peep game
[Verse 2]
Tell me what you need when you see me
Ducking these tramps 'cause they sleazy
b*tch, take it easy
I told you last year it's a test
I know you can't see my tattoos through my bullerproof vest
So you roll, baby, hold up
And why you touchin' on a n*gga
If I touched you back, you'd probably go nuts
You see, you hoes got it all wrong
Shouldn't listen to them n*ggas that be bangin' on them slow songs
That's where you go wrong
I ain't never been a trick
Fake b*tch, keep yo' clothes on
With you're mouth closed, and you're leg shut
If I was broke, you'd probably wouldn't said much
But I'm paid, so you all in a n*gga face
You wanna move in, f*ck, get a bigger place
Please, I ain't goin' out like these, trick ass n*ggas that be f*ckin' off G's
You suckas need your game plan changed
And peep game...
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