[Hook] Peedi Crakk: I can see clearly now the rain is gone Beanie Sigel: All the rain is gone so its on homie Peedi Crakk: I can see all the obstacles in my way Cause its 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 youll never be And I poke more freaks then youll probably ever see Im chillin, fuck yall mad for? Probably cause a Hollywood Crip got glass doors And Im 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 Im not one of your homies Ill hit you the fuck up Yep, State Prop boys back in town The Back Block Boys, ROC back you down Lets 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 Im 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 Theyll bring it to anyone of your youngns Now what you muthafuckas hollan bout It aint 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 lets go [Hook] [Verse 3 - Young Chris] (Neef Buck) I can see clearly now, yeah you know I left the wheel on Ima be here when the smoke clears I cant be alone (Buck, he got his back) (Fuck without our gat) Scrap? (Naw we dont 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 isnt sweet (C I got mines) Plus I mine bomb if he creep (Hallow pointsll 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 (Its Young Gunner) Young Neef plus Crakk here now (Its our summer) Fool pass that crown (Yall done had yall run) Hope you lil niggaz had your fun (We are spit the realist cats, nigga act bend em back) Who the fuck aint feeling that, show me Ill spin his cap [Hook]
Artist: Peedi Crakk, Beanie Sigel, & Young Gunz
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