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One For Peedi Crakk
Peedi Crakk; Beanie Sigel; Freeway; Young Chris
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Dream Team!
New shit
One for Peedi
Peedi Crakk
Beans, Freeway, Young Gunna
Big shouts to the whole P.A. lobby
I see y'all
It's not a game, I'm from Philly, go by the name P Crizzy, Mack Milly
Used to be with Young Freezy in a 'Lac rolling on twigs
People wanna know who run with me
Nobody but the bang, bang
Please Lord forgive me, street morals learned in the city
Sing!
Peedi, Peedi, I heard that they got your number
Alias you been living under
The MAC goes, ring!
Peedi, Peedi, I heard that they watch your mother
Got a hit on your brother like motherfucker don't, blink
Crakk, smack ya tooth out ya choppers any wrong move
I blast the tool up in you fuckers, wait
That's, just enough for you to follow
Heavyweight rap, I spit, too much for you to swallow
Blaow, blaow, number one with a bullet
Play with them guns to the fullest
Your stupid ass get, clapped
Rap, about my past and my future
You disrespect it, I shoot ya
Shit is just like that
[Chorus: Freeway & (Bigga) & Young Gunna
Now one's for Peedi Crakk (and two's for Free)
Three for Young Gunna (and four for C)
You know it's S.P., yes we're, involving those things
First the MAC go ring, and when it's done it go ting, sing
Now one's for Peedi Crakk (and two's for Free)
Three for Young Gunna (and four for C)
You know it's S.P., yes we're, involving those things
First the MAC go ring, and when it's done it go ting
All of a sudden, there's six million ways to rhyme
It's still six million ways to D-I-E
I smack ya P-Y-T with the butt of the nine
Nigga, I live my rhymes, y'all ain't Free
But y'all, know y'all heard of him
Niggas cannot serve him
Not see him when he floating by
Windows be dark tinted
Stop playing, think you touching him
Trouble, you deep in it
Block spraying, it's just a principle
My principality, follow me home
Better have a full tank, money for tolls
What you fools think?
Food bank, money from shows
Just to rock, bitch, I'm on ya block, bitch
I'm in a cockpit, you think it's a Rolls
So what is borrowed from (Mack)
Gotta take it back (back)
Ain't gotta borrow the (gat)
Push ya shit back (back)
Free, house to trap, push a release date back
Me and Crakk at it again, added the wax
[Chorus: Freeway & (Bigga) & Young Gunna
Now one's for Peedi Crakk (and two's for Free)
Three for Young Gunna (and four for C)
You know it's S.P., yes we're, involving those things
First the MAC go ring, and when it's done it go ting, sing
Now one's for Peedi Crakk (and two's for Free)
Three for Young Gunna (and four for C)
You know it's S.P., yes we're, involving those things
First the MAC go ring, and when it's done it go ting, sing
It's not a game, I'm from Philly, go
By the name Young Krizzle, Young Gunna
Know my partner Young Neefy, we the youngest out the gang
Mami's know that I don't need 'em, and I treat 'em all the same
Closest thing to my thing is my thang, thang
Niggas they act dumb like they Bing things
Soon as the crackers come they hit the bing, sing
Niggas on the streets whispering, police districting
Tell 'em 'bout the drops and when the Puerto Rics diss ya man
The dough, getting it, 'bout to flow, switching 'em
Got the greatest listening, haters four fifthing 'em
Blazing, not missing 'em, L.A. missing him
This rhyming thing got his mama think his cousin Chris and them
Though he in a better place, be here he rather to
But I follow, call ya number when he ready to
Do not bother, the rumble niggas ready to
Bang you in a second, keep ya banger for protection
You buster
[Chorus: Freeway & (Bigga) & Young Gunna
Now one's for Peedi Crakk (and two's for Free)
Three for Young Gunna (and four for C)
You know it's S.P., yes we're, involving those things
First the MAC go ring, and when it's done it go ting, sing
Now one's for Peedi Crakk (and two's for Free)
Three for Young Gunna (and four for C)
You know it's S.P., yes we're, involving those things
First the MAC go ring, and when it's done it go ting, sing
It ain't a game, I'm from Philly, go by
The name B. Siggy, Mack Milly, Mack Mittens
Broad Street Bully, MAC on fully, bitch
My whole squad sing chitty bang bang
Make the city gangbang, State Prop chain gang
Y'all ain't say the damn thang
Get ya thang thangs, nigga we can do the damn thang
The war ain't over 'til that fat bitch sing
Or the last bullet from my MAC clip ring, mayne
My whole clip gon' rang
A half a clip'll melt ya, run for shelter
Don't get caught up in the drizzle
Send you in the spittle, then bring it back again
It ain't a thang to make ya brains go hang, mayne
Got bitches on the dang ding
Cause they like the way the SP chain swang
City of Philly, know that city brought the city to slang
My squad with me and they ready to bang, bang
[Chorus: Freeway & (Bigga) & Young Gunna
Now one's for Peedi Crakk (and two's for Free)
Three for Young Gunna (and four for C)
You know it's S.P., yes we're, involving those things
First the MAC go ring, and when it's done it go ting, sing
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