Young Guns - See Clearly lyrics

[Hook] Peedi Crakk: I can see clearly now the rain is gone Beanie Sigel: All the rain is gone so it's on homie Peedi Crakk: I can see all the obstacles in my way Cause it's your boy, PC Indeed yes B. Sig C and Neef, Young Free Oschin, Sparky [Verse 1 - Peedi Crakk] Philly, Philly what that rap be bout A lot of b**hes, squad of n***as coppin coups and houses Sell dope on streets, you hope you'll never be And I poke more freaks then you'll probably ever see I'm chillin, f** y'all mad for? Probably cause a Hollywood crib got gla** doors And I'm in denim looking like the boy just stepped out of prison And split in the Excur But of course the pleasure is yours You should do whatever in a Berreta with a berreta FLOSS them princess cuts, who said what My mind on my money, money wa**up Glock full of those dummies I'm not one of your homies I'll hit you the f** up Yep, State Prop boys back in town The Back Block Boys, ROC back you down Let's go [Hook] [Verse 2 - Beanie Sigel] Choke off tec smoke, n***a get your neck broke Throw you in the d**h yoke, make you do the breast stroke Throw a blood river, f**ing with these thug n***as Official street n***as, certified slug givers Like I'm fresh out the service, aiming on order A half a dollar off your shoulder, make you change into a quater Bring Crakk 'cross the border, Freeway transporter Oschino & Sparks, the hitman clap for us Chris & Neef, the young gunners yes They'll bring it to anyone of your young'ns Now what you muthaf**as holla'n bout It ain't sh** to park the Benz and squad us out Get 'em up and bring my riderz out Strap 'em up and send 'em to where you hidin out Make 'em snatch what you proud about State Prop boys back in town Back block boys pop boys back you down And let's go [Hook] [Verse 3 - Young Chris] (Neef Buck) I can see clearly now, yeah you know I left the wheel on I'ma be here when the smoke clears I can't be alone (Buck, he got his back) (f** without our gat) Scrap? (Naw we don't leave it home) Undefeated homie (Plus we on a winning streak) (Hardest kids in these streets, bring ya sh** when you sleep) Get hit if you peek, the sh** isn't sweet (C I got mines) Plus I mine bomb if he creep (Hallow points'll flip his Jeep) If he point Chris & Neef (Hit him up neck to feet) Lift him up, rest in peace State Prop boys back in town (It's Young Gunner) Young Neef plus Crakk here now (It's our summer) Fool pa** that crown (Y'all done had y'all run) Hope you lil n***as had your fun (We are spit the realist cats, n***a act bend 'em back) Who the f** ain't feeling that, show me I'll spin his cap [Hook]