Cam'ron - One for Peedi Crack (Remix) lyrics

[Peedi Crack] Turn my motherf**in' mic up k**ah Cam, where you at, c'mon Omillio Sparks, where you at c'mon Juelz Santana, where the fu*k you at? It's not a game I'm from Philly Go by the name P. prizzy mac-milly Used to be with young crizzy, in a 'Lac rollin' on twigs People wanna know who run with me, nobody but the bang, bang Please lord forgive, street mobiles searching the city, sing Peedi, Peedi, I heard that they got you number The alias you've been living under the mac goes, thhhhhhring Peedi, peddi I heard that they watch you mother Got a hit on your brother, like motherf**er, don't blink Crack, smack the tooth out your choopers Any wrong move, I blast the tool up on you f**ers, wait That's just enough for you to follow Heavyweight rap, I spit too much for you to swallow Blap, blap, number one with a bullet Play with them guns to the fullest Your stupid a** get, clapped, blap About my past and my future, you disrespect me, I'll shoot ya Treat it just like that [Cam'Ron] When I was eleven years old dog, I learned birds and bees Syzirrup please, thirteen, birds and kis Seventeen, furs and Vs, premeditated, I observed and squeezed Bling, bling, look at his pinky, bling, bling Look at his ears, bling, bling, that n***a just, bling, bling (sh** man) Ching, ching, all these b**hes got 'em, under the wing For zennies and perks, again he get merked, sing Peedi, peddi, it's your n***a named k**a Santana, jimmy with scrilla, the taliban got guerillas Crack, crack, that's what I sell on my block Slab a yellow the top, don't let the metal, go, pop, pop That n***a dead on arrival, put his head on the sidewalk That'll dead all the side talk [Santana] Ch-ch-ch-yeah, bling....bling It's Santana, WHOA I'm in the place with Peedi, getting drunk About to catch as case with Peedi This n***a got me in the middle of Philly Driving around, plus he packing, got a gun bigger than philly Ain't no telling here, f** around, and catch a gun charge in Delaware Peedi is crazy, bloa, but he keep my a lady So when I'm Philly, I never worry cause he keep me alayed, whoa So I'm willing to blap, for mister Peedi Crack, listen to Beanie Mac, b**h [Beanie Sigel] Now one for Peedi Crack, and two for Cam, three for Santana And four on the bandana, I bet the boy jam ya Run up on you with the harsh grammar, all he heard was the charge blammin' I'll stop your memory n***a, put that on my d**h, got the memory n***a How could you not remember me, n***a? Top of the city like wheel pin, Bentley wheeling Made you park your wheels in, n***as start your wells in d**h aproaching, can't you feel the Grime Reaper floatin'? Closed caskets, the preacher, quoatin' Scriptures for revelation, n***as talking sh** and got the Devil waitin' Uh, I'm like this I got the shovel waitin' You n***as took it to another level hatin' Now you facin', the Broad Street Bully South Street fracture, putting stitches in your mouth, ba*tard Yes, you heard it all from Mac n***as can not see me, and it's just like that