[Verse 1: Young Chris]
Criminal background, State Prop`s 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 I`d share with you
They don`t 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 let`s me know I`m gift with the lyrics too
While I don`t 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
I`m takin` brains for the game when it`s party time
Thinkin` you here to hang with the gang?
Well I`m sorry ma
Go ahead ma, keep ya ol` man Chris
Not Ronnie, ain`t 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 won`t find em
As if B. Sig and Freeweez ain`t 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`
I`m in the heaviest weight class ho
C.R.E.A.M`s 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)
It`s like a capsule, you can see it from the past
From the way they call me Crakk, from upstate I`m countin` cash
From Montgomery`s ass
I might blast you, look at my lap, I`m in the cash rule
The girls feel so good, but the brain is not ready, I don`t know
I`d 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 I`m 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
Can`t none of them stop us, one in the top plus
Ya don`t really live it ya`ll runnin` the blockbust
They get it from the flicks (watchin` too many movies)
Now watch them cameras
If they don`t 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
It`s our summer
Brice holla at the doe!!!!
