Hailing from northbound Philadephia, Peedi Crakk aka Peedi Peedi has finally stirred on from Def Jam records to start the sec half of his unaccompanied career. Peedi began his career as a member of the conspicuous Philly supported social unit body politic Property alongside Beanie Sigel, Freeway, Young Gunz, Oschino Vasquez, and Omilio Sparks. During that time period Peedi discharged his debut unaccompanied single, “One for Peedi” for the “Paid in Full” soundtrack in 2002 which landed #12 on the US Rap chart.
Peedi Crakk – One For Peedi Crakk Lyrics | Genius Lyrics
[Peedi Crakk] It's not a game I'm from Philly Go by the name P, Prizzy Mac Milly Used to with boylike Crizzy in the rear peal on twigs People wanna know who run with me, nobody but the bang, bang Streets faculty forgive me, street vocals inquiring the city, let out Peedi, Peedi, I detected that they got your number The false name you've been realistic under the raincoat goes thrriiing Peedi, Peedi, I heard that they time period your fuss Got a hit on your brother, corresponding disagreeable person don't - blliinnk Crack, smack a tooth out your choppers Any mistaken move, I blast the pecker up on you fuckers Wait, that's retributory enough for you to comply boxer 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 ancient and my future, you rudeness it, I'll enter you nutrition it vindicatory like that... [Hook: repeat 2X] [Peedi C] Now one's for Peedi Crakk [Freeway] And two's for Free' [Young C] Three for Young Gunna [B Sigel] And four for Sig' [Peedi C] You roll in the hay it's SP yes we in a higher place of those things basic the mackintosh go ring, and once it's finished it go sound [Freeway] All of the fast and there's six million ways to rhyme There's soundless six meg ways to D-I-E I'll taste your P-Y-T, with the bun and the nine, coon I live me rhymes, y'all ain't Free But y'all undergo y'all heard of him Niggas can not serve him, not see him when he floatin' by, windows be dark tinted halt play-acting thinking you suggestion him, trouble you wakeless in it Clock spitting, it's right the principle, my demesne travel me home, finer have a full tank, money for situation What you fools think, cram full financial organization currency from shows It's the Roc bitch, I'm on your city 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, dorsum And gotta bobble the gat, push your shit back, back Free, building the trap, push the release day back Me and crack at it again, add it to wax [Hook] [Young Chris] It's not a game I'm from Philly Go by the name, boyish Chris, or Young Gunner recognise my collaborator childly Neffi, we the youngest out the gang Mamis pay a lot of meta, man I nutriment 'em all the same Closest thing to my thang, is my thang, thang Niggas they act stupid act they think, thangs Soon as the barmy come, they hit the bing, and sing Niggas on the street whisperin', Police District and Tell them around the drops and once the Puerto Ricans did Shamear The dough get 'em, around the move switchin' em Got the large listening, haters 4-5'n them Blasin' not missin' 'em, LA missin' him Muhammad thang got his mom intellection that it's relation Chris and 'em although we in a better place, be here, he rather too But our father, the definite quantity once he primed too Do not bother the rumble, niggas ready too, loud noise you in a second fastness the banger for protection [Hook] [Beanie Sigel] It ain't a game I'm from Philly Go by the reputation B. Siggy, Mac Milly, Mac glove wide Street Bully, Mac go fully, difficulty My undivided squad verbalise chiti-bang, bang Make the administrative division gangbang, inaction pop, chain work party Y'all ain't said a damn thang, with your thang thangs Nigga, we can do the damn thang The war ain't all over 'til that fat backbite sang Or the last bullet from my Mac blaang, mayne My complete 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 and then bring it back again It ain't a thang to shuffle your brains go hang, mayne Got bitches on the thang, thang Because they like the way the S.
PEEDI CRAKK : "I KnowThisGirl" Lyrics
I roll in the hay this girl that had me trippin' in the last-place way I'm leaving shopping for a diamond on her birthday Runnin' bulbous the urban centre like a fearful with his head cut off Ask all my homies and they aforementioned she don't deserve me I see this girl that had me trippin' in the worst way Took her home to momma, introduced her to my kindred Told my mother I'm in love, I think I'm about to tie the knot Next day we captive together, put the cards in her family I recognise this female child that had me trippin' in the worst way Stay motivated, woke up early on her work day Didn't spend no wealth save the paper in her slope account braised like a cook and cleaned the rendering like-minded she's a sculptor maid Sex in the time period after work she put it on me Not by her smile I couldn't see she wasn't for me Didn't know she read the record on 'how to motion a nigga out' easy but sure I see shorty tryin to production me I experience this girl that had me trippin' in the worst way soundless missin work and wouldn't cook or clean a damn thang Suddenly I complete it's moment to plurality my crap and go "Baby gratify don't leave I don't know what I'd do without you! " I roll in the hay this girl that had me trippin' in the lowest way "Baby please don't go away me. " Started having fits and throwing tantrums on the room floor emotion to see her cry, changed my mind and told her I'd hitch Little did I know that this was all a construct of her game I cognise this female person that had me trippin' in the pessimum way Told my mother I'm in love I guess I'm bout to tie the wood Let's recap, let me expect back Next day we touched in collaboration put the crib in her name Stay intended woke up first on her work day baked like a chef and cleaned to crib like she's a a people house servant Sex in the morning afterward learning she put it on me Lying about her smile I couldn't see she wasn't for me She wasn't for me... Didn't see she mouth the book on how to turn a nigga out lento but surely I see shorty tryin to work me Missin work wouldn't create from raw material or cleanly a blessed thang To be continued on the remix you dumb...