CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : 1 4 Peedi, 2 4 Free (Original)
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It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name P, Prizzy Mac Milly
Used to with Young Crizzy in the back rolling on twigs
People wanna know who run with me, nobody but the bang, bang
Streets will forgive me, street vocals searching the city, sing
Peedi, Peedi, I heard that they got your number
The alias you've been living under the mack goes thrriiing
Peedi, Peedi, I heard that they watch your mother
Got a hit on your brother, like motherf**ker don't - blliinnk
Crack, smack a tooth out your choppers
Any wrong move, I blast the tool up on you f**kers
Wait, that's just enough for you to follow
Heavyweight rap, I spit for much for you to swallow
Blap, Blap, number one with a bullet
Play with them guns to the fullest
Your stupid a** get, clappеd, bap
About my past and my future, you disrespect it, I'll shoot you
And sh*t it's just likе that
Now one's for Peedi Crakk, now two's for Free'
My n***as moving the crack, hoes get f**ked for free
If you ain't using your Gat, you can't bang with me
You might be losing your back, bullet scars from the MAC
Now one's for Peedi Crakk, now two's for Free'
My n***as moving the crack, hoes get f**ked for free
If you ain't using your Gat, you can't bang with me
You might be losing your back, bullet scars from the MAC
All of the sudden and there's six million ways to rhyme
There's still six million ways to D-I-E
I'll smack your P-Y-T, with the b*** of the nine, n***a
I live me rhymes, y'all ain't Free
But y'all know y'all heard of him
N***as can not serve him, not see him when he floatin' by, windows be dark tinted
Stop playing thinking you touch him, trouble you deep in it
Clock spitting, it's just the principle, my principality
Follow me home, better have a full tank, money for shoes
What you fools think, full bank money from shows
It's the Roc b*t*h, I'm on your block b*t*h
I'm in the c*ck-pit, you think it's a Rolls
So what if it's borrowed from Mac, gotta take it back, back
And gotta bobble the gat, push your sh*t back, back
Free, house the trap, push the release day back
Me and crack at it again, add it to wax
Now one's for Peedi Crakk, now two's for Free'
My n***as moving the crack, hoes get f**ked for free
If you ain't using your Gat, you can't bang with me
You might be losing your back, bullet scars from the MAC
Now one's for Peedi Crakk, now two's for Free'
My n***as moving the crack, hoes get f**ked for free
If you ain't using your Gat, you can't bang with me
You might be losing your back, bullet scars from the MAC
[Verse 3: Indy 500]
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name P, Prizzy Mac Milly
Used to with Young Crizzy in the back rolling on twigs
People wanna know who run with me, nobody but the bang, bang
Streets will forgive me, street vocals searching the city, sing
Peedi, Peedi, I heard that they got your number
The alias you've been living under the mack goes thrriiing
Peedi, Peedi, I heard that they watch your mother
Got a hit on your brother, like motherf**ker don't - blliinnk
Crack, smack a tooth out your choppers
Any wrong move, I blast the tool up on you f**kers
Wait, that's just enough for you to follow
Heavyweight rap, I spit for much for you to swallow
Blap, Blap, number one with a bullet
Play with them guns to the fullest
Your stupid a** get, clappеd, bap
About my past and my future, you disrespect it, I'll shoot you
And sh*t it's just likе that
Now one's for Peedi Crakk, now two's for Free'
My n***as moving the crack, hoes get f**ked for free
If you ain't using your Gat, you can't bang with me
You might be losing your back, bullet scars from the MAC
Now one's for Peedi Crakk, now two's for Free'
My n***as moving the crack, hoes get f**ked for free
If you ain't using your Gat, you can't bang with me
You might be losing your back, bullet scars from the MAC
All of the sudden and there's six million ways to rhyme
There's still six million ways to D-I-E
I'll smack your P-Y-T, with the b*** of the nine, n***a
I live me rhymes, y'all ain't Free
But y'all know y'all heard of him
N***as can not serve him, not see him when he floatin' by, windows be dark tinted
Stop playing thinking you touch him, trouble you deep in it
Clock spitting, it's just the principle, my principality
Follow me home, better have a full tank, money for shoes
What you fools think, full bank money from shows
It's the Roc b*t*h, I'm on your block b*t*h
I'm in the c*ck-pit, you think it's a Rolls
So what if it's borrowed from Mac, gotta take it back, back
And gotta bobble the gat, push your sh*t back, back
Free, house the trap, push the release day back
Me and crack at it again, add it to wax
Now one's for Peedi Crakk, now two's for Free'
My n***as moving the crack, hoes get f**ked for free
If you ain't using your Gat, you can't bang with me
You might be losing your back, bullet scars from the MAC
Now one's for Peedi Crakk, now two's for Free'
My n***as moving the crack, hoes get f**ked for free
If you ain't using your Gat, you can't bang with me
You might be losing your back, bullet scars from the MAC
[Verse 3: Indy 500]
