"One For Peedi Crakk (Remix)"
[feat. Beanie Sigel, Cam'Ron, Juelz Santana]
Turn my motherfuckin' mic up
Killah Cam, where you at, c'mon
Omillio Sparks, where you at c'mon
Juelz Santana, where the FUCK you at?
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name P. prizzy mac-milly
Used to be with young crizzy, in a 'Lac rollin' on twigs
People wanna know who run with me, nobody but the bang, bang
Please lord forgive, street mobiles searching the city, sing
Peedi, Peedi, I heard that they got your number
The alias you've been living under the mac goes, thhhhhhring
Peedi, peddi I heard that they watch you mother
Got a hit on your brother, like motherfucker, don't blink
Crack, smack the tooth out your choopers
Any wrong move, I blast the tool up on you fuckers, wait
That's just enough for you to follow
Heavyweight rap, I spit too much for you to swallow
Blap, blap, number one with a bullet
Play with them guns to the fullest
Your stupid ass get, clapped, blap
About my past and my future, you disrespect me, I'll shoot ya
Shit its just like that
When I was eleven years old dog, I learned birds and bees
Sizzurp please, thirteen, birds and keys
Seventeen, furs and Vs, premeditated, I observed and squeezed
Bling, bling, look at his pinky, bling, bling
Look at his ears, bling, bling, that nigga just, bling, bling (Shit man)
Ching, ching, all these bitches got 'em, under the wing
For zannies and perks, ya granny get merked, sing
Peedi, peddi, it's your nigga named killa
Santana, Jimmy with scrilla, the Taliban got guerillas
Crack, crack, that's what I sell on my block
Slab a yellow the top, don't let the metal, go, pop, pop
That nigga dead on arrival, put his head on the sidewalk
That'll dead all the side talk Killa
It's Santana, WHOA
I'm in the place with Peedi, getting drunk
About to catch as case with Peedi
This nigga got me in the middle of Philly
Driving around, plus he packing, got a gun bigger than Philly
Ain't no telling here, fuck around, and catch a gun charge in Delaware
Peedi is crazy, bloa, but he keep my a lady
So when I'm Philly, I never worry cause he keep me a lady, whoa
So I'm willing to blap, for mister Peedi Crack, listen to Beanie Mac, bitch
Now one for Peedi Crack, and two for Cam, three for Santana
And four on the bandana, I bet the boy jam ya
Run 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 nigga
How could you not remember me, nigga?
Top of the city like Will Pen, Bentley wheeling
Made you park your wheels in, niggaz start your whells in
Death aproaching, can't you feel the Grim Reaper floatin'?
Closed caskets, the preacher, quotin'
Scriptures for revelation, niggas 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 Bully
South Street fracture, putting stitches in your mouth, bastard
Yes, you heard it all from Mac
Niggaz can not see me, and it's just like that
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