[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