[Intro: 2Pac]

So what the fuck you talkin about?! Aw, shit

[Verse 1: 2Pac]

Goody, goody, gumdrops

Nigga, get your hoodie and your gun cocked, rock it till the drum stops

Hip-hop even if my shit flip flop

It probably wouldn't stop, talk shit and get socked

How ya hang em? Know a realer nigga? You could bring him

If I don't represent the shit, I'll kick it, we could sway him

Hunh! As if I know ya, then I could show ya

But if I don't know, I gotta .44 fo' ya

So, so peep game, at point blank range

The fame can't change what the game maintains

Strange! Went against the grain, aw shit!

Flick or no flick I trips for no bitch

Catch up on your pimpin', I ain't simpin', I'm a diss her

Couldn't be my sister if she's actin' like I missed her

Tell me why they, tell me why they, tell me why they play me

Don't these niggas know that neither one of y'all can fade me

I ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't deisel

But fuck with 2Pac and pop goes the weasel

Me and Threat made a bet on how many fellas

Would jock a mothafuckin' real nigga 'cause they jealous

They do it for the fame, explain, insane

What's in a name? What's in a name?

Peep game

[Chorus: Deadly Threat]

Punk bitch, how ya like me now?

Can't fuck around wit the funky style

Put it together like a puzzle builder

If Threat don't get cha, Pac gon' kill ya

[Verse 2: Deadly Threat, 2Pac, Deadly Threat & 2Pac]

Killa Cali

The state where they kill

Down wit Oaktown? What's up homie, can I chill?

The bitches lookin funny

Film at elev', film at eleven with they minds on they heaven

With they .357

Where you at?

On the freeway, leaving LA

OK, see you when get here loc

Okay

-Here I am. Here I am

Goddamn that was quick

Told ya I was coming

Who is that? Is that your woman?

Na, that's just a hoochie looking for some juice

What's up my nigga? What ya know? A nigga got a little bigger

That's all folks know

Fat gold ropes

Gotta keep a low key for my attack

When I approach, I want the diamonds, the pearls

The round-the-way girls

'Cause baby got, baby got, back out this world

Would you give a fee? Never, fly like a feather

Make more money than your daddy and your mama put together

The game is to be sold, not to be told

So buy it

Can't afford it?

Low budget hoes gotta brother

Peep game

[Chorus: Deadly Threat]

Punk bitch, how ya like me now?

Can't fuck around wit the funky style

Put it together like a puzzle builder

If Threat don't get cha, Pac gon' kill ya

[Verse 3: Deadly Threat]

Don't sell out, get the hell out

'Cause here I come, hit em with my bop gun

They came and they blast, we got wit their ass

And oh, popped his vest and all the rest of that mess

Comin through like Terminator 2

Boost your crew 'cause we ain't afraid of you

You know what time it is wit me once the clock strike 3:00

We goin coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs (oowee)

[Chorus: Deadly Threat]

Punk bitch, how ya like me now?

Can't fuck around wit the funky style

Put it together like a puzzle builder

If Threat don't get cha, Pac gon' kill ya

[Verse 4: 2Pac]

Time to get paid, time to get paid, check

Time to represent the west homie, nothing but a vest on me

Got my hands on my Glock, eyes on the prize

First sucker jump, first nigga die

Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme mine like I told ya

Hard as a boulder, motherfucking soldier

Boom bam boom!! It's a stickup

Vice president Dan Quayle eat a dick up

Peep game

[Chorus: Deadly Threat]

Punk bitch, how ya like me now?

Can't fuck around wit the funky style

Put it together like a puzzle builder

If Threat don't getcha, Pac gon' kill ya

[Outro: 2Pac]

Punk bitch

Fuck all those motherfuckers

They all can eat a motherfucking dick up

Word up, fuck the police, I don't give a fuck

Bobcat in this motherfucker boy

Big up! Big up! To the criminals

Fuck em

"This is serious business"

Yeah, microphone mafia

2Pac, Threat, Bobcat

93 shot

Yeah nigga, bitch