Текст песни Peedi Crakk f Beanie Sigel, Freeway, You - One For Peedi Crakk
Peedi Crakk f Beanie Sigel, Freeway, You - One For Peedi Crakk слова песни
[Peedi Crakk]It`s not a game I`m from PhillyGo by the name P, Prizzy Mac MillyUsed to with Young Crizzy in the back rolling on twigsPeople wanna know who run with me, nobody but the bang, bangStreets will forgive me, street vocals searching the city, singPeddi, Peddi, I heard that they got your numberThe alias you`ve been living under the mack goes thrriiingPeddi, Peddi, I heard that they watch your motherGot a hit on your brother, like motherfucker don`t - blliinngCrack, smack a tooth out your choppersAny wrong move, I blast the tool up on you fuckersWait, that`s just enough for you to followHeavyweight rap, I spit for much for you to swallow Blap, Blap, number one with a bulletPlay with them guns to the fullestYour stupid ass get, clapped, bapAbout my past and my future, you disrespect it, I`ll shoot youTreat it just like that...[Chorus: repeat 2X][Peedi C] Now one`s for Peedi Crakk[Freeway] And two`s for Free`[Young C] Three for Young Gunna[B Sigel] And four for Sig`[Peedi C] You know it`s SP yes we above of those thingsFirst the mack go ring, and when it`s done it go ting[Freeway]All of the sudden and there`s six million ways to rhymeThere`s still six million ways to D-I-EI`ll smack your P-Y-T, with the bun and the nine, niggaI live me rhymes, y`all ain`t FreeBut y`all know y`all heard of himNiggaz can not serve him, not see him when he floatin` by, windows be dark tintedStop playing thinking you touch him, trouble you deep in itClock spitting, it`s just the principle, my principalityFollow me home, better have a full tank, money for shoesWhat you fools think, full bank money from showsIt`s the Roc bitch, I`m on your block bitchI`m in the cock-pit, you think it`s a roseSo what if it`s brown from Mac, gotta take it back, backAnd gotta bobble the gat, push your shit back, backFree, house the trap, push the release day backMe and crack at it again, add it to wax[Chorus][Young Chris]It`s not a game I`m from PhillyGo by the name, Young Chris, or Young GunnerKnow my partner Young Neffi, we the youngest out the gangMamis spend a lot of meta, man I treat `em all the sameClosest thing to my thang, is my thang, thangNiggaz they act dumb act they think, thangsSoon as the crackers come, they hit the bing, and singNiggaz on the street whisperin`, Police District andTell them about the drops and when the Puerto Ricans did ShamearThe dough get `em, about the flow switchin` emGot the greatest listening, haters 4-5`n themBlasin` not missin` `em, LA missin` himMuhammad thang got his momma thinking that it`s cousin Chris and `emThough we in a better place, be here, he rather tooBut our father, the number when he ready tooDo not bother the rumble, niggaz ready too, bang you in a secondKeep the banger for protection[Chorus][Beanie Sigel]It ain`t a game I`m from PhillyGo by the name B. Siggy, Mac Milly, Mac MittensBroad Street Bully, Mac go fully, bitchMy whole squad sing chiti-bang, bangMake the city gangbang, stay pop, chain GANGY`all ain`t said a damn thang, with your thang thangsNigga, we can do the damn thangThe war ain`t over `til that fat bitch sangOr the last bullet from my Mac blaang, mayneMy whole click goin` reign, the half a clip will melt yaFor shelter, don`t get caught up in the drizzleHit you in the spittle, and then bring it back againIt ain`t a thang to make your brains go hang, mayneGot bitches on the thang, thangBecause they like the way the S.P. chain swingsCity of Philly, you know that city brought your city the slangMy squad with me, and they ready to bang, bang[Chorus]