[Hook]
Peedi Crakk: I can see clearly now the rain is gone
Beanie Sigel: All the rain is gone so it`s on homie
Peedi Crakk: I can see all the obstacles in my way
Cause it`s 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 you`ll never be
And I poke more freaks then you`ll probably ever see
I`m chillin, fuck y`all mad for?
Probably cause a Hollywood Crip got glass doors
And I`m 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
I`m not one of your homies I`ll hit you the fuck up
Yep, State Prop boys back in town
The Back Block Boys, ROC back you down
Let`s 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 I`m 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
They`ll bring it to anyone of your young`ns
Now what you muthafuckas holla`n bout
It ain`t 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 let`s go
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Young Chris] (Neef Buck)
I can see clearly now, yeah you know I left the wheel on
I`ma be here when the smoke clears
I can`t be alone (Buck, he got his back)
(Fuck without our gat) Scrap? (Naw we don`t 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 isn`t sweet
(C I got mines) Plus I mine bomb if he creep
(Hallow points`ll 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
(It`s Young Gunner) Young Neef plus Crakk here now
(It`s our summer) Fool pass that crown
(Y`all done had y`all run) Hope you lil niggaz had your fun
(We are spit the realist cats, nigga act bend `em back)
Who the fuck ain`t feeling that, show me I`ll spin his cap
[Hook]
