One For Peedi Crakk - Peedi Crakk, Beanie Sigel, Freeway

It’s not a game I’m from Philly

Go by the name P, Prizzy Mac Milly

Used to with Young Crizzy in the back rolling on twigs

People wanna know who run with me, nobody but the bang, bang

Streets will forgive me, street vocals searching the city, sing

Peedi, Peedi, I heard that they got your number

The alias you’ve been living under the mack goes thrriiing

Peedi, Peedi, I heard that they watch your mother

Got a hit on your brother, like motherfucker don’t — blliinnk

Crack, 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, 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

Treat it just like that…

Now one’s for Peedi Crakk

And two’s for Free'

Three for Young Gunna

And four for Sig'

You know it’s SP yes we above of those things

First the mack go ring, and when it’s done it go ting

All of the sudden and there’s six million ways to rhyme

There’s still six million ways to D-I-E

I’ll smack your P-Y-T, with the bun and the nine, nigga

I live me rhymes, y’all ain’t Free

But y’all know y’all heard of him

Niggas can not serve him, not see him when he floatin' by, windows be dark

tinted

Stop playing thinking you touch 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 cock-pit, you think it’s a Rolls

So what if it’s borrowed from Mac, gotta take it back, back

And gotta bobble the gat, push your shit back, back

Free, house the trap, push the release day back

Me and crack at it again, add it to wax

It’s not a game I’m from Philly

Go by the name, Young Chris, or Young Gunner

Know my partner Young Neffi, we the youngest out the gang

Mamis spend a lot of meta, man I treat 'em all the same

Closest thing to my thang, is my thang, thang

Niggas they act dumb act they think, thangs

Soon as the crackers come, they hit the bing, and sing

Niggas on the street whisperin', Police District and

Tell them about the drops and when the Puerto Ricans did Shamear

The dough get 'em, about the flow switchin' em

Got the greatest listening, haters 4−5'n 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

It ain’t a game I’m from Philly

Go by the name B. Siggy, Mac Milly, Mac Mittens

Broad Street Bully, Mac go fully, bitch

My whole squad sing chiti-bang, bang

Make the city gangbang, stay pop, 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 sang

Or the last bullet from my Mac blaang, mayne

My whole click goin' reign, the half a clip will melt ya

For shelter, don’t get caught up in the drizzle

Hit you in the spittle, and then bring it back again

It ain’t a thang to make your brains go hang, mayne

Got bitches on the thang, thang

Because they like the way the S.P. chain swings

City of Philly, you know that city brought your city the slang

My squad with me, and they ready to bang, bang