Juliano DaApe - Peep It Lyrics

Peep the repertoire, not a second is flawed
If its beef all my dogs got a weapon to draw
It's alright to be in a gang and jet from the hog
But dont let it be the reason you get stretched in the morgue
Dont make me teach you respect, the lesson is hard
The most you can do is wound me if you step to DaGod
Want a chance? Bring the rest of your squad
It'll take like 10 to kill me like a cephalopod
DaApe heartless, and my victories flawless
Clean bill of health but I be illin' regardless
You want to start this, ima load up a cartridge
Or hit you with the same velocity of bull charges
Bark a lil' snub nose, call it a pug
Alcohol my only vice, never caught with a drug
Body a thug, your whole cavalry'll get plugged
Make your heart share your chest cavity with a slug
Live what I recite, I bust heat and scrap
Connect with the right, the bone in your cheek collapse
Too many grabbin' a mic talkin' beef in rap
Ain't really ready to fight, get on beats and cap
Why he ain't dead? he spilled everything to the feds
He heard the swoosh of my blade swing and he bled
You 'possed to be a rapper, why you always singin' instead
Catch a halo when I let the metal ring on your head
I dropped out to rap, I ain't want a diploma
Pull up on a cop car, put one in the owner
What I spit put son in a coma
Your body decompose in a field with a pungent aroma
My crib spacious, and my whip is a spaceship
But keep the waist gripped I can give you a facelift
Come for anything that I got, ima spray quick
Think im a great lick 'till you hit and then lay stiff
I'm from a city where we do it for real
Flesh wounds mad rare, we be shooting to kill
You aint safe anywhere, catch 2 in the grill
Whether you in Newfields or if you in the 'Ville
When I'm grabbin' a pen, homicides get wrote
For any of his kin, Julio'll slide the pope
Serrated part of my blade'll divide your throat
So think twice 'fore you try plagiarize my quotes
Tell me who live-er, I poke you up with a screw driver
And scoop your eye out your skull with a cuchara
Get on a track and I spew lava
My girl be in sweats and black forces, She dont do Prada
I got them hands if you're wanting to brawl
Or the bullet hit your gut have you grunt and then fall
These rappers trash and I'm huntin' them all
Heads decorate my crib, in the livingroom hung from the wall
DaApe