poison clan - peepin' lyrics
[verse 1: jt money]
here we go and it’s on, time to take the chrome to the dome
n-gg-s see the black bronze, so they think the jack’s on
but little do they know i don’t sleep
peep out my rear view, waitin’ for they -ss to creep
they fall deep in the bucket
i got a chance to buck it, think i should? nah, f-ck it!
don’t feel like dippin’
got the heat on the seat with the 40-round clip in
plus, i’m in the mood to trip
keep my hands on my sh-t in case n-gg-s flip the script
one n-gg- stepped, another n-gg- crept
let off the tech, put both they -ss in check
p-ssy-n-gg-s can’t hang out
they jumped out they sh-t, i blow they motherf-ckin’ brains out
them n-gg-s h-t the lotto
changed the clip, turned ’round and sprayed up the auto
hit the driver, and the p-ssenger
n-gg-s dyin’ like a motherf-ckin’ m-ssacre
i ain’t goin’ out like a sucka
rather go out cleanin’ clips in motherf-ckers
n-gg-s had to die
tryin’ to get fly, plus they blew my high
that’s why you gotta keep your strap on
’cause n-gg-s get capped on, this ain’t no rap song!
so any n-gg- that wanna run up on me,
i got a new gat i wanna test out, homies
you won’t catch me sleepin’
it’s 9-3, sh-t’s thick, and i’m peepin’!
[verse 2: jt money]
let’s take a trip down to hooterville, get our buddha reel
n-gg- acts up, get a slug to the grill
sh-t is ill in the 9-3 season
n-gg-s is squallin’ out for whatever reason
i don’t know if they’re puttin’ somethin’ in our food
makin’ us act this way, ’cause everybody got an att-tude
can’t go nowhere without bein’ strapped
step from the back, you just might get capped
and that goes for n-gg-s and crackers
how the f-ck you gon’ try to jack a jacker?
see, i don’t sleep
got a pump in the trunk that’ll blow you into next week
talkin’ ’bout runnin’ up on me
naw, homie, y’don’t know me
like my man fresh would say, he gon’ expire
i ain’t got sh-t for a n-gg- but rapid fire
n-gg-s can’t step to a bet
you gotta step to an ak, a pump and a tech
not to mention my n-gg- named …
u-wop, big ram and trigga and them
beat street changed game to ???
all strapped, so n-gg-s wussup! wussup, yep!
we ain’t talkin’ ’bout peace
wanna front, we can go to war like the middle east
better sleep with your finger on the trigger
if you don’t you’s another dead n-gg-
can’t catch me sleepin’
it’s 9-3, sh-t’s thick, and i’m peepin’!
[verse 3: jt money]
rufftown’s in effect, n-gg-s know the set so they don’t step
??? in the vest, plus n-gg-s know the rep
so don’t sleep on the gun skill
one n-gg- acts up, his whole squad’s gettin’ killed
that’s how we do it ’round my way
n-gg-s get blast on from friday to friday
every day of the week
you gotta have a gun and a vest to be on the street
n-gg-s say i be trippin’
but them the same motherf-ckers who get caught out there slippin’
tell the n-gg-s, don’t sleep
sh-t is creep, and you gots to be deep
and since they made it hard
to sell dope, everybody out to rob
i can’t get caught sleepin’
it’s 9-3, sh-t’s thick, and i’m peepin’!
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