Symphony 2K2

[Intro: Peedi Crakk]
Talk that stuff and get parked with that duck
Aight, yeah shut your mouth motherfuckers
It's Peedi nigga, yeah
Yo, yo, yo

[Hook: Peedi Crakk]
Hustle 'till the cops come, puff 'till the pot done
Guzzle Vodk' til my liver rot, um
Fuck 'till the condom pop and keep fucking
Bust shots all up in the crowd and heat something (Pow)
Ride 'till the whip stop, buy 'till the grip stop
Read the fifth and then lie at the tr-id-ial
Get booked, my picture took - pretty thug sm-id-ile
Lockjaw for haters, I'll holla at y'all later

[Verse 1: Peedi Crakk]
How you feel about C-R-akk, half PR
215, I reside where they eat off
Cooked up rock, and hooked up shops
With base from the .8s that shook up your block
It's late in the morn', I awake with a yawn
Grip the four pound long, make you hate you was born
See through the eyes of men that died of sin
Throw you high in the pen, the shit'll tie you in
Nigga think you know, the rod slide in you slow
Bitch nigga let 'em mo' to get your house blown
Coke snorting niggas swearing up and down they can flow
But lose track when they hear my name be Crakk-KO
'Cause my man drinking [?], lacing the Timbs
Halfway and let the spring 'ting, breaking 'em in
Push the whip, looking for a bush to hit
My million dollar smile'll mush your bitch
Holla 'bout a dollar sign next time you bottom lining shit
'Cause I got problems involved in all kinds of shit
It's Crakk, I leave a face where your face was at
And leave your face where I laced you at
I was born to ride in PHI, take it how you want it
That North Philly high, you can smoke, snort or blunt it
And y'all can find me 'round the way with a mommy
Or me and Papi pouring Ali in the memory of Johnny
I got whores that'd fuck you in every way possible
Drawers 'round your ankles, raw up in your nostrils
Tight waist, nice face, should've been a model
Shoulda woulda coulda, never did hit the lotto
Man I get drunk, bust you and your wiz with the bottle
Man look, I could give a fuck if you live
Loaded eight in eight sixteen, I'm tucking your wiz
Spin the block, give your squad a ridiculous lock
Vehicular stop, man look you still ain't learn
Face off, make y'all bitches feel my sperm

[Hook: Peedi Crakk]
Hustle 'till the cops come, puff 'till the pot done
Guzzle Vodk' til my liver rot, um
Fuck 'till the condom pop and keep fucking
Bust shots all up in the crowd and heat something (Pow)
Ride 'till the whip stop, buy 'till the grip stop
Read the fifth and then lie at the tr-id-ial
Get booked, my picture took - pretty thug sm-id-ile
Lockjaw for haters, I'll holla at y'all later

[Verse 2: City Council]

[Hook: Peedi Crakk]
Hustle 'till the cops come, puff 'till the pot done
Guzzle Vodk' til my liver rot, um
Fuck 'till the condom pop and keep fucking
Bust shots all up in the crowd and heat something (Pow)
Ride 'till the whip stop, buy 'till the grip stop
Read the fifth and then lie at the tr-id-ial
Get booked, my picture took - pretty thug sm-id-ile
Lockjaw for haters, I'll holla at y'all later

[Verse 3: Indy 500]

[Hook: Peedi Crakk]
Hustle 'till the cops come, puff 'till the pot done
Guzzle Vodk' til my liver rot, um
Fuck 'till the condom pop and keep fucking
Bust shots all up in the crowd and heat something (Pow)
Ride 'till the whip stop, buy 'till the grip stop
Read the fifth and then lie at the tr-id-ial
Get booked, my picture took - pretty thug sm-id-ile
Lockjaw for haters, I'll holla at y'all later