[Verse 1: Young Chris] Criminal background, State Props back now Lookin for a squad like ours, picture that clown Difference in them verses what we talk we live it too They just beats and hooks far from lyrical Just a lil piece of mind I thought Id share with you They dont really care for you Be a lil careful, you Might think you sharin ya shit And the weirdest shit Then next time you hear his shit You hearin you That just lets me know Im gift with the lyrics too While I dont take it personal Reverse em when they share with you Keep her near you, unless you sharin Cuz I party mines Sippin on my name while you lames drinks Bacardi lime Im takin brains for the game when its party time Thinkin you here to hang with the gang? Well Im sorry ma Go ahead ma, keep ya ol man Chris Not Ronnie, aint no old man shit Plus you know this [Chorus: Peedi Crakk] Criminals grindin, you hear us rhymin But at the same time nines is in alignment State Prop, a problem try to hide ya diamonds As if Peedi and them Youngins wont find em As if B. Sig and Freeweez aint behind em Omilio Sparks and Oschin, perfect timin We criminal background, we back now So lemme see ya motherfuckin diamonds, diamonds.. [Verse 2: Peedi Crakk] Now... Know Crakk pick up on em bitches like Chevys Got my Avalanche tinted, know who in it P and Lezzy (P and Lezzy) Blowin,???? then he passed it to Haniffy Tell me Crakk is off his grindin Im in the heaviest weight class ho C.R.E.A.Ms say blast Got a camera in my bathroom lookin at ya ass Know my whirl-a-frame playin too bout to break fast Get a half, while my nigga Tommy Buttas do the math (do the math) Its like a capsule, you can see it from the past From the way they call me Crakk, from upstate Im countin cash From Montgomerys ass I might blast you, look at my lap, Im in the cash rule The girls feel so good, but the brain is not ready, I dont know Id rather talk to a woman, cuz their mind is so steady, now here we go [Chorus] [Verse 3: Young Chris] I undastand that the ROC a crowded family But I gotta lotta family And Im one of the hottest I know the fans runnin to cop us Will need that jam that have Def Jam want em to drop us Cant none of them stop us, one in the top plus Ya dont really live it yall runnin the blockbust They get it from the flicks (watchin too many movies) Now watch them cameras If they dont get it from a snitch, they get it from the flicks I limit on these chicks, and kinda when I get head Ever since they told me you could get it from the lips I never hadda pops, I can get it from some shit Used to get it on the strip, or they get it from the clips [Chorus] [Outro: Young Chris] Young C!.....P.C.! Chad West, yous a problem! Brian Crest, holla at ya boy!! My nigga P! Neef Buck, Face Dolla Sigel, Free, O and Sparks Its our summer Brice holla at the doe!!!!
Artist: Young Chris & Peedi Crakk
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