One For Peedi Crakk

[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