Текст песни Peedi Crack f Beanie Sigel, Cam`Ron, Jue - One for Peedi Crack (Remix)
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[Peedi Crack]Turn my motherfuckin` mic upKillah Cam, where you at, c`monOmillio Sparks, where you at c`monJuelz Santana, where the FUCK you at?It`s not a game I`m from PhillyGo by the name P. prizzy mac-millyUsed to be with young crizzy, in a `Lac rollin` on twigsPeople wanna know who run with me, nobody but the bang, bangPlease lord forgive, street mobiles searching the city, singPeedi, Peedi, I heard that they got you numberThe alias you`ve been living under the mac goes, thhhhhhringPeedi, peddi I heard that they watch you motherGot a hit on your brother, like motherfucker, don`t blinkCrack, smack the tooth out your choopersAny wrong move, I blast the tool up on you fuckers, waitThat`s just enough for you to followHeavyweight rap, I spit too much for you to swallowBlap, blap, number one with a bulletPlay with them guns to the fullestYour stupid ass get, clapped, blapAbout my past and my future, you disrespect me, I`ll shoot yaTreat it just like that[Cam`Ron]When I was eleven years old dog, I learned birds and beesSyzirrup please, thirteen, birds and kisSeventeen, furs and Vs, premeditated, I observed and squeezedBling, bling, look at his pinky, bling, blingLook at his ears, bling, bling, that nigga just, bling, bling (Shit man)Ching, ching, all these bitches got `em, under the wingFor zennies and perks, again he get merked, singPeedi, peddi, it`s your nigga named killaSantana, jimmy with scrilla, the taliban got guerillasCrack, crack, that`s what I sell on my blockSlab a yellow the top, don`t let the metal, go, pop, popThat nigga dead on arrival, put his head on the sidewalkThat`ll dead all the side talk[Santana]Ch-ch-ch-yeah, bling....blingIt`s Santana, WHOAI`m in the place with Peedi, getting drunkAbout to catch as case with PeediThis nigga got me in the middle of PhillyDriving around, plus he packing, got a gun bigger than phillyAin`t no telling here, fuck around, and catch a gun charge in DelawarePeedi is crazy, bloa, but he keep my a ladySo when I`m Philly, I never worry cause he keep me alayed, whoaSo I`m willing to blap, for mister Peedi Crack, listen to Beanie Mac, bitch[Beanie Sigel]Now one for Peedi Crack, and two for Cam, three for SantanaAnd four on the bandana, I bet the boy jam yaRun up on you with the harsh grammar, all he heard was the charge blammin`I`ll stop your memory nigga, put that on my death, got the memory niggaHow could you not remember me, nigga?Top of the city like wheel pin, Bentley wheelingMade you park your wheels in, niggaz start your wells inDeath aproaching, can`t you feel the Grime Reaper floatin`?Closed caskets, the preacher, quoatin`Scriptures for revelation, niggaz talking shit and got the Devil waitin`Uh, I`m like this I got the shovel waitin`You niggaz took it to another level hatin`Now you facin`, the Broad Street BullySouth Street fracture, putting stitches in your mouth, bastardYes, you heard it all from MacNiggaz can not see me, and it`s just like that