Peek a Boo lyrics

[Verse]
And I know you ain't that n*gga that you perpetrate to be
I ain't movin' to impress, ain't gotta perpetrate to me
All them bullets why ain't you spittin'? They'll put me straight to sleep
Sayin' all you state is facts, when all them links make believe
He can fake it like he wit' it, but I know he ain't a beast
RIP L'A Capone, me and mines just play for keeps
You don't got no hustle, you be breakin' every lease
Remember they ain't give me time, but now they wanna marry me
When you feel death around the corner, n*gga that's a scary thing
These blue birds in my jeans, talk like a parakeet
I got my own style b*tch, stop comparin' me
Ain't gettin' money stop the purpin', put his face wit' charity
n*gga 'less yo' name God b*tch it ain't no scarin' me
And I just bought another chop, this b*tch Mariah Carey sing
I know you don't mean it when you said you care for me
Give up on me? Don't you do that b*tch, shout out to Derrick King
Said she love me very much, told that b*tch I'm very sleep
Told my girl that I'm 200 she was like, "you better be"
Soon as my higari broke, that's when they wanna spread the peace
Came to the conclusion I want war and that's 'til I rest wit' T
Damn Tre why it had to be you?
I got the news, couldn't believe, it was sad to be true
b*tch I'm always on my game, I brought a strap in the booth
But when they ask for my government, I'm like you askin' for who?
And me and Brodie off a four, and we just matchin' a deuce
And that's hi-tech, now I got green day, I might crash in the coupe
Everybody rap 'bout guns, what can they actually prove?
Before I rocked them foreign kicks, I had Shaq on the shoes
Ha yeah, I'm thankful for the struggle
Real chip getter, I'm just thankful for the ruffles
Slippin' wit' the b*tch, then we aimin' at the couple
Four on my bodyguard, n*gga I don't ever rumble
Yeah, b*tch we don't ever chunk 'em
Must I say again? pus*y we don't ever tussle
Never had a pop, so I lent 'em to the uncle
Survival of the fittest, I'm just thuggin' in the jungle
b*tch, and you be thuggin' wit' your feelin's
Knock my b*tch, yo' b*tch too, f*ck it call up Jerry Springer
Follow every step I take, they just followin' the leader
If you run up on me wrong, then you followin' the heater
Fake ass thug, you be borrowin' the heater
Brodie all about the b*tch, we just borrowin' her Visa
n*gga what? Who is you to tell me what the f*ck I need to do?
n*ggas hidin', choppa find 'em, lil' n*gga peek a boo
And you won't see a eyebrow when we creepin' through
I don't gotta lie to sell n*gga I can speak the truth
n*gga if you ain't thuggin' then my music may not speak to you
Tryna keep up where you can't compete, you n*ggas need a boost
b*tch, I'm that n*gga for real
They hear my sh*t and take down notes it's like I'm givin' them skills
n*gga you ain't never been on no mission to kill
And every verse a n*gga spit, I be givin' 'em chills
On the gang
[Outro]
Yeah, givin' em chills
Givin' em chills
Ah, show 'em how we feel