Poison Clan - Peepin' lyrics

[sound of motor being started up] Verse 1: JT Money Here we go and it's on, time to take the chrome to the dome n***as 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 a** to creep They fall deep in the bucket I got a chance to buck it, think I should? Nah, f** 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** in case n***as flip the script One n***a stepped, another n***a crept Let off the tech, put both they a** in check p**y-n***as can't hang out They jumped out they sh**, I blow they motherf**in' brains out Them n***as hit the Lotto Changed the clip, turned 'round and sprayed up the auto Hit the driver, and the pa**enger n***as dyin' like a motherf**in' ma**acre I ain't goin' out like a s**a Rather go out cleanin' clips in motherf**ers n***as had to die Tryin' to get fly, plus they blew my high That's why you gotta keep your strap on 'Cause n***as get capped on, this ain't no rap song! So any n***a 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**'s thick, and I'm peepin'! Verse 2: JT Money Let's take a trip down to Hooterville, get our buddha reel n***a acts up, get a slug to the grill sh** is ill in the 9-3 season n***as 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 attitude Can't go nowhere without bein' strapped Step from the back, you just might get capped And that goes for n***as AND crackers How the f** 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** for a n***a but rapid fire n***as can't step to a bet You gotta step to an AK, a pump AND a tech Not to mention my n***a named ... U-wop, Big Ram and Trigga and them Beat Street changed game to ??? All strapped, so n***as 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***a Can't catch me sleepin' It's 9-3, sh**'s thick, and I'm peepin'! Verse 3: JT Money Rufftown's in effect, n***as know the set so they don't step ??? in the vest, plus n***as know the rep So don't sleep on the gun sk** One n***a acts up, his whole squad's gettin' k**ed That's how we do it 'round my way n***as 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***as say I be trippin' But them the same motherf**ers who get caught out there slippin' Tell the n***as, don't sleep sh** 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**'s thick, and I'm peepin'!