(Intro - Peedi Crack) P., P. Crack Cocaine B., B. Mack is back Chad, Chad West on track
(Chorus 1 - Peedi Crack) I Gotta Have It! Shot out to my b-boy Beans And my S.P. chain gang, doin the damn thing I Gotta Have It! Don't forget my boogie with beam That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?
(Verse 1 - Peedi Crack) Chain gang, gang bang, let my middle finger hang Ain't nothin changed my name, P. Crack Cocaine (P. Crack Cocaine) Relapse, I stay zapped, my urine ain't clean No one to blame but Peedi and a nigga I mean (nigga I mean) Ten stacks, Crack come to the club and do the thing You ain't got that, I'm in the crib fixin my bricks Style back, that's the method-zine About to get your four stressed So I can whip back on the whole sixteenth
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(Verse 2 - Beanie Sigel) B. Mack, seat back, S.P. intact You see me with Crack, we strapped What's the reason for that? (What's the reason for that?) (I Gotta Have It!) I need that, that Philly-boy clap Hit you niggas in your back, send the rest in your hat (send the rest in your hat) Stay strapped with the mack, with the hoodie too tall stack The aim all that, when I flame you get all that (you get all that) Me Boy Mack fuck with cracks since tall cats (It's the chain gang!) Gang bang! I suggest ya'll fall back
(Chorus 2 - Twista and Peedi Crack) I Gotta Have It! Shot out to my boy B. Sige And the S.P. chain gang for doin the damn thing I Gotta Have It! Don't forget the rrring rrring That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?
(Verse 3 - Peedi Crack) Chain gang, lickey with the ban Quickly spit it rrring Sickey Rickey get his ziggy bang Snitchin on the gang (gang) Don't forget you get that Uncle Midi Get him for his chain Simply give him a chitty bang, sit him in a cling (cling) No name, no blame, Mack 10 no aim Hi-lo, rhino, put your body in pain No play no games, 'fore blow your brain Bo range me after the show, you know of course I Gotta Have my...
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(Verse 4 - Beanie Sigel) State Prop click and pop hit you niggas with the glock Catch a nigga whippin in the kitchen cookin in the pot Pursue it then might crack you (smack you), hit him with the glock (When you hear that!) Then you know here come the cops What up, wait, stop, fuck the cops! Got the baby uzi whop, turn your cruiser to a drop (cruiser to a drop) Get off the block 'fore SWAT surround the spot We be locked in a box, three hots and a cot (I can't have it!)
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(Verse 5 - Twista) The may-or of Chi, this ain't even ain't no kings and queens Fixin to hurt from us when you jerk us, we Merciless like Ming Twista and Beanie greedy like Peedi make the gun go rrring When you look at the thing, give me the bling Hand me the chain and the ring Baller in the bubble, blowin bubble, always actin up When trouble feel the double barrell of a double platnium thug Clappin, ready for some action, and I'm going to empty the crib I rep for the Roc and the State Property clique Homey, you can't do shit Throw a finger up, give me love, Remi in the club When they see these thug, in a circle, snort the 50s up Range Rov, 24 inch, blacked out bulbs Blows fast, but hit your ho slow with the soul pole Creeping on niggas trying to test me in the black drop top Pull up and let the booper go bop, bop-bop Treat you, in the wind, to my borough, blowin on my back And do the same to any nigga that's tryna take what I got I Can't Have It!
(Outro - Peedi Crack) It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic Se pone, se pone, se pone muy difcil Se pone, se pone, se pone muy difcil Se pone, se pone, se pone muy difcil Se pone, se pone, se pone muy difcil Chain gang, gang bang P., P., P., P. Crack Cocaine B., B. Mack is back Chad, Chad West on track Now let's go!
(Intro: Peedi Crakk) WHOOOOOOOOOO!! Now clap for me mami, OH! Just clap for me mami, JUST BLAZE! Okay, and Free, okay, yeah get wild lady Que tu quieres mujeres, said she blow la-la FLIPSIDE - and she my baby mama Get wild! Okay
[Freeway] Freeway got the hood on smash Pop in tape, step on gas and get ghost nigga! Freeway got the club on lock, step on stage Set it down leave with a broad, check for her age Post up, fans suffer circle the block Call the cops - it's the Roc in your area! Post up, distribute to the block Freeway move the rocks in your area! Yeahhhh, pop tried to shut me down Cops tried to shut me down, haters wanna hit me up What? My glock carry heavy rounds Mack carry heavy rounds packed in the Chevy truck What? You better ring the alarm Before I cock back, dump on you and your boys And have black suits, tucked on you and your mom But back to the song, said she wanna suck on me and the boys Her ass look good in a thong And she want me to sneak in the building like Trojan of Troy Best believe there's Trojans involved Hats lift over the boy, oh boy
[Chorus: Freeway] We rip crowds, whole lot of VOLUME and a little bit of bass is all it takes to make the place GET WILD, whole lot of style and a little bit of cake is all it takes to make her skate FLIPSIDE (flipside) crack house and a little bit of bass is all it takes to make the block GET WILD (get wild) car keys and a little bit of cheese is all it takes to make her leave
[Peedi Crakk] With these (with these) O.G.'s (O.G.'s) Tell that hoe until she roll on a pole I'm tryna squeeze with ease (with ease) then breathe (then breathe) I ain't Hov', I just know what I know I'm talkin O. Sparks five, ride for a dollar bill Famous up in Hollywood, high in them Holly-hills I, can't deny how the mamis feel Hidin the cable bill, slide with your baby girl P. Crakk and I ain't for play I got a mack that'll change your day Fall back, get your act in tact P-I-M-P U-P H-O-E-S is all the rest And yes, this is Philly, you welcome to come check us Crakk, wherever I holla at be gettin neck in Pass her the thing, tell her make it go ring The prince of S.P., is soon to be the king And we..
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[Freeway] Now how many hoes in your motherfuckin group? Wanna take a ride in my '89 Delk She felt the kid, thumbtack, held the roof Up on her cell phone, 'Freeway got me in the squadder He a rider, from the block to the booth' I'm as, real as they come, the gorillas'll come Six could chill 'til they come, gotta peel when they done But let her spend the night, all night Cause the heat call me a liar She just like +Honey+ so I called her Mariah Wanna see, if she got what it takes to carry across state And travel across state, with things taped to her waist Mami wanna ride with pa Bad bitches get scooped like Haagan Daas And put on the team shoot, put on the Bean bitch Lean bitch, shoot at they entourage Hit up the team camp, pull on your jeans bitch
