PEEDI CRAKK

PEEDI CRAKK - See Clearly lyrics

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(feat. Beanie Sigel, Young Gunz)

[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 bitches, squad of niggaz 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, fuck y'all mad for?

Probably cause a Hollywood Crip got glass 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 wassup

Glock full of those dummies

I'm not one of your homies I'll hit you the fuck 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, nigga get your neck broke

Throw you in the death yoke, make you do the breast stroke

Throw a blood river, fucking with these thug niggaz

Official street niggaz, 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 muthafuckas holla'n bout

It ain't shit 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)

(Fuck 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 shit when you sleep)

Get hit if you peek, the shit 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 pass that crown

(Y'all done had y'all run) Hope you lil niggaz had your fun

(We are spit the realist cats, nigga act bend 'em back)

Who the fuck ain't feeling that, show me I'll spin his cap

[Hook]

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