[Verse 1: Peedi Crack]
Turn my motherfuckin' mic up
Killah Cam, where you at, c'mon
Omillio Sparks, where you at c'mon
Juelz Santana, where the FUCK you at?
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name P. prizzy mac-milly
Used to be with young crizzy, in a 'Lac rollin' on twigs
People wanna know who run with me, nobody but the bang, bang
Please lord forgive, street mobiles searching the city, sing
Peedi, Peedi, I heard that they got you number
The alias you've been living under the mac goes, thhhhhhring
Peedi, peddi I heard that they watch you mother
Got a hit on your brother, like motherfucker, don't blink
Crack, smack the tooth out your choopers
Any wrong move, I blast the tool up on you fuckers, wait
That's just enough for you to follow
Heavyweight rap, I spit too much for you to swallow
Blap, blap, number one with a bullet
Play with them guns to the fullest
Your stupid ass get, clapped, blap
About my past and my future, you disrespect me, I'll shoot ya
Treat it just like that
[Verse 2: Cam'Ron]
When I was eleven years old dog, I learned birds and bees
Syzirrup please, thirteen, birds and kis
Seventeen, furs and Vs, premeditated, I observed and squeezed
Bling, bling, look at his pinky, bling, bling
Look at his ears, bling, bling, that nigga just, bling, bling (Shit man)
Ching, ching, all these bitches got 'em, under the wing
For Xannies and Percs, your granny get merked, sing
Peedi, Peedi, it's your nigga named Killa
Santana, jimmy with scrilla, the taliban got guerillas
Crack, crack, that's what I sell on my block
Slab a yellow the top, don't let the metal, go, pop, pop
That nigga dead on arrival, put his head on the sidewalk
That'll dead all the side talk
[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]
Ch-ch-ch-yeah, bling....bling
It's Santana, whoa!
I'm in the place with Peedi, getting drunk
'Bout to catch as case with Peedi
This nigga got me in the middle of Philly
Driving around, plus he packing, got a gun bigger than Philly
Ain't no telling here
We fuck around, and catch a gun charge in Delaware
Peedi is crazy, whoa, but he keep me a lady
So when I'm Philly, I never worry cause he keep me a lady
So I'm willing to blap, for mister Peedi Crack, listen to Beanie Mac, bitch
[Verse 4: Beanie Sigel]
Now one for Peedi Crack, and two for Cam
Three for Santana, and four on the bandana
I bet the boy jam ya
Run up on you with the harsh grammar
Al he heard was the charge blammin'
I'll stop your memory nigga, put that on my death
Got the memory nigga
How could you not remember me, nigga?
Top of the city like wheel pin
Bentley wheeling, ade you park your wheels in
Niggas start your wills in, death approaching
Can't you feel the Grime Reaper floatin'?
Closed caskets, the preacher, quoatin'
Scriptures for revelation
Niggas talking shit and got the Devil waitin'
Uh, I'm like this I got the shovel waitin'
You niggas took it to another level hatin'
Now you facin' the Broad Street Bully
South Street fracture
Putting stitches in your mouth, bastard
Yes, you heard it all from Mac
Niggas cannot see me, and it's just like that
