One for Peedi Crakk

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Clue] Dream Team New shit One for Peedi Peedi Crakk Beans, Freeway Young Gunna Big shout to the whole P-H lobby I see y'all [Verse 1: Peedi Crakk] It's not a game, I'm from Philly (What) Go by the name P Crizzy, Mac Milly Used to be with Young Freezy in the back rolling on twings People wanna know who run with me, nobody but the (Bang, bang) Streets will forgive me, street locals learned in the city, sing Peedi, Peedi, I heard that they got your number (C'mon) The alias you've been living under, the mack goes rrrrring! Peedi, Peedi, I heard that they watch your mother Got a hit on your brother, like, motherfucker, don't blink Crakk, smack a tooth out your choppers Any wrong move, I blast the tool up on you fuckers Wait, that's just enough for you to follow Heavyweight rap, I spit for much for you to swallow Blap, blap (Ugh), number one with a bullet Play with them guns to the fullest, your stupid ass get clapped, bap About my past and my future, you disrespect it, I'll shoot you—shit, it's just like that [Hook: Peedi Crakk, Freeway, Young Chris, & Beanie Sigel] Now one's for Peedi Crakk (And two's for Free) Three for Young Gunna (And four for Sig') You know it's S.P., yes, we above of those things First the mack go ring, and when it's done it go ting Now one's for Peedi Crakk (And two's for Free) Three for Young Gunna (And four for Sig') You know it's S.P., yes, we above of those things First the mack go ring, and when it's done it go ting [Verse 2: Freeway] All of a sudden, it's six million ways to rhyme It's still six million ways to D-I-E I smack your 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 floatin' by, windows be dark tinted Stop playing think you touching him, trouble, you deep in it Clock spitting, it's just the principle, my principality Follow me home, better have a full tank, money for shoes What you fools think, full bank, money from shows It's the Roc, bitch, I'm on your block, bitch I'm in the cockpit, you think it's a Rolls So what, it's borrowed from Mack? Gotta take it back, back And gotta borrow the gat, push your shit back, back Free, house, the trap, push the release day back Me and Crakk at it again, add it to wax [Hook: Peedi Crakk, Freeway, Young Chris, & Beanie Sigel] Now one's for Peedi Crakk (And two's for Free) Three for Young Gunna (And four for Sig') You know it's S.P., yes, we above of those things First the mack go ring, and when it's done it go ting Now one's for Peedi Crakk (And two's for Free) Three for Young Gunna (And four for Sig') You know it's S.P., yes, we above of those things First the mack go ring, and when it's done it go ting, sing [Verse 3: Young Chris] It's not a game, I'm from Philly Go by the name Young Chris or Young Gunna Know my partner Young Neefy, we the young'un's out the gang Mamis know that I don't need 'em, and I treat 'em all the same Closest thing to my thang is my thang-thang Niggas they act dumb act they think, thangs (Ugh) Soon as the crackers come, they hit the bing, and sing Niggas on the street whisperin', Police districtin' Tell them about the drops and when the Puerto Rics' did Shamir The dough get 'em, about the flow switchin' em Got the greatest listening, haters four-fif'in' them Blasin' not missin' 'em, LA missin' him Muhammad thang got his momma thinking that it's cousin Chris and 'em Though we in a better place, be here, he rather too But our father, the number when he ready too Do not bother the rumble, niggas ready too Bang you in a second, keep the banger for protection [Hook: Peedi Crakk, Freeway, Young Chris, & Beanie Sigel] Now one's for Peedi Crakk (And two's for Free) Three for Young Gunna (And four for Sig') You know it's S.P., yes, we above of those things First the mack go ring, and when it's done it go ting Now one's for Peedi Crakk (And two's for Free) Three for Young Gunna (And four for Sig') You know it's S.P., yes, we above of those things First the mack go ring, and when it's done it go ting [Verse 4: Beanie Sigel] It ain't a game, I'm from Philly Go by the name B. Siggy, Mac Milly, Mac Mittens Broad Street Bully, MAC on fully, bitch (Ugh) My whole squad sing chiddy-bang-bang Make the city gangbang, State Prop Chain Gang Y'all ain't said a damn thang With your 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, man (Man) My whole click goin' reign, the half a clip will melt ya Run for shelter, don't get caught up in the drizzle Sit you in the spittle, and then bring it back again It ain't a thang to make your brains go hang, man Got bitches on the dang, dang Because they like the way the S.P. chain swing City of Philly, know that city brought your city the slang My squad with me, and they ready to bang, bang [Hook: Peedi Crakk, Freeway, Young Chris, & Beanie Sigel] Now one's for Peedi Crakk (And two's for Free) Three for Young Gunna (And four for Sig') You know it's S.P., yes, we above of those things First the mack go ring, and when it's done it go ting Now one's for Peedi Crakk (And two's for Free) Three for Young Gunna (And four for Sig') You know it's S.P., yes, we above of those things First the mack go ring, and when it's done it go ting