Temporary Relief

[Intro: Peedi Crakk]
Yeah, uh
SP, yeah, Peedi muthafuckin' Crack
CPR, Boola!

[Verse 1: Peedi Crakk]
Every time I'm in the buildin', they feelin' me all crazy
Just made a million and spent it with yo lady
Re-coupin, chilled then V couped it
White Nikes duke swoosh shit that's how I do shit
Listen to my new shit
It's way better than that dirt that y'all producing, nigga
Been hood rich, been doin' good shit for a minute, naw I ain't finished
I need that GT Bent, I can see me all in it (all in it)
Couple TV's breezin' light tinted
SP representa, logo husky on the fender nigga
Yeah, I'm back like I live in this bitch
I bought a gat, a couple ounces of lick
It's P. Crack, ain't nuttin' changed, I'll burn a pound in this bitch
And for my change, I'll bust a round in this bitch
SP, Prince of Prop, put my crown on my shit
My hand in a brick
I'm runnin' wit the ROC and my handle is sick
Biatch
Nigga, nigga..

[Chorus: Peedi Crakk]
Cuz every time I'm on my grind, it's like gangstas fuckin' wit us (wit us)
Ok, ok... and they run up and bust (up and bust, up and bust)
Cuz every time I'm on my grind, it's like gangstas fuckin' wit us (wit us)
Nigga... nigga

[Verse 2: Peedi Crakk]
Crakk in the kitchen, position with hot agua
Caliente yay bubble like hot lava
Coke problem ho, and my revolver knows..
About the size of OK coral (ohhhh)
Factious bastard mashed with the mattic
Half black, half Hispanic, you all faggot
Blast gat, trash that, metal with the side and back at it
Jackrabbit style, no condom
No one behind him, gangstas designed him
Shined him, refined him, thanks for the fine wine, nigga
Peedi Crakk holla back, no problem
Them thousand stacks, have it back in an hour
Hit the block with powder, like shower to shower
Stop all that nonsense, boy
I got you sniffin' on that Johnson & Johnson crack, holla (nigga)

[Chorus: Peedi Crakk]
Cuz every time I'm on my grind, it's like gangstas fuckin' wit us (wit us)
Ok, ok... and they run up and bust (up and bust, up and bust)
Cuz every time on my grind, it's like gangstas fuckin' wit us (wit us)
Nigga... nigga

[Verse 3: Omillio Sparks]
They say its a white man's world (white man's world)
I'm steady shootin' at my own kind
Rather fuck the next man's girl instead of going home to mine with a polluted mind
I guess I'm growing nuts
Others down to see how they get down and picked up on the game
And left behind, follow the sign
I kept my head to the sky, even when I was down
Like everything was fine, kept a smile (smile, nigga)
Like the first day I was introduced to dinin', got to sipping and thinking
All sorts of shit start going through my mind
Like State Prop get it on, until the end of time, the strength is in the numbers
Then I started thinking bout all them little bustas
That done crossed the motherfucka, got to peeking at my burner
Snatch my keys off the dresser, ran through the door
And I hopped up in the squada, started creeping through the heat of the night on these jokers
Don't I paint the perfect picture
That's how the boy get down for the figures
Holla back, nigga

[Chorus: Peedi Crakk]
Cuz every time I'm on my grind, it's like gangstas fuckin' wit us (wit us)
Ok, ok... and they run up and bust (up and bust, up and bust)
Cuz every time on my grind, it's like gangstas fuckin' wit us (wit us)
Nigga... nigga

[Outro: Peedi Crakk]
Wit us, wit us
Ok, ok, uh, uh
And bust, up and bust
Ok
Wit us, wit us
Nigga... nigga
Go!