Peepin' Tom - Early Fade

Yeah, it's how we do
 This a little story about uh
 A nigga you know well, Knoc-Turn'al
 I can see you watching waitin' in my garden
 In my bushes plottin'
 Peepin' Tom's in my home lookin' in my window
 Once upon a time in the projects, yo
 There lived a nigga named Knoc-Turn'al
 America's most wanted, for sho'
 In a black Lo-Lo, with tinted windows
 I'm just cruisin' down the street in my 6-4
 Checking all my traps and all my hoes
 Life is, too short, I stay on my toes
 G'd up, spill gin and juice on brand new clothes
 Pulled up, hit a switch and dropped the back
 On the prowl in a black hat lookin' for cats
 I got a chrome plaque that reads, "Who's the Mac?"
 Black pussy, always talk about it 'cause I love it
 This California love got a nigga drunk in public
 Express yo' self, keep doin' it good
 Got white on the block, keep the heat in the bush
 Keep risin' to the top, keep smokin' the kush
 The boys in the hood are always hard
 Come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your guard
 Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
 Can't trust my homies, can't trust no bitch
 Don't quote me boy, 'cause I ain't say shit
 It's hotter on the block than it is in the kitchen
 And I'm hard in the paint, listen, I'm steady dippin'
 I get down, while your bullshittin'
 And these are the tales, the freaky tales
 Of a nigga on the grind that you know so well
 Got a system in your trunk then I'm jacking for beats
 Black Superman, I put it down for L.A.C
 Just as grip the pump in my lap at all times
 Fools be jackin' other fools but they don't be jackin' mine
 Summer time in the L.B.C. fuck the police
 Fuck being bound by law and the peace treaty
 We be clubbin', everybody likes when the girls shake somethin'
 System overload, stay bumpin'
 It's thug life, y'all know the rules
 Gotta do what ya gotta do, and stay true
 Propose a toast to the West Coast
 Easily I approach the microphone because I ain't no joke
 Tell your mama to get off of my dip
 I have no time to give her my dick
 I'm gonna hold it and walk around the stage
 And if you fuck up, I'm gonna get my gauge and shrivel you up
 Like California raisins, unload the barrel and laugh
 'Cause I'm puttin lead in your motherfuckin' ass
 I can see you watching waitin' in my garden
 In my bushes plottin'
 Peepin' Tom's in my home lookin' in my window
 I'm on the radio, and ain't a damn thing funny
 It's just like Compton, bitch better have my money
 I messed up and I don't know why
 Tryin' to get a piece of that American Pie
 Do my thing, blow off the roof on 187-Proof
 It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky
 It's the formula, murder was the case that they gave me
 Dear God, I wonder can You save me?
 Dear Mama, Brenda had a baby
 Hard times got a nigga goin' crazy
 The hood can't take me under, it's a G-thang
 We backyard bullyin' in the land where we bang
 Gangsta's make the world go 'round
 What's my motherfuckin' name?
 Knoc-Turn'al, and I didn't even have to use my AK
 Today was a good day