One For
Cam'ron & Juelz Santana feat. Peedi Crakk & Beanie Sigel Lyrics

It's not a game I'm from Philly
I come from Philadelphia and I am not playing around

Go by the name P, Prizzy Mac Milly
My name is P, also called Prizzy Mac Milly

Used to with Young Crizzy in the back rolling on twigs
I used to hang out with Young Crizzy and smoke marijuana in the back

People want to know who run with me, nobody but the bang, bang
People want to know who my associates are, which is nobody except for my guns

Streets will forgive me, street vocals searching the city, sing
The streets will forgive me and my music is being searched by those in the streets

Peddi, Peddi, I heard that they got your number
Peddi, Peddi, I heard that people have your phone number

The alias you've been living under the mack goes thrriiing
The false identity that you've been living under will be revealed and my gun goes thrriiing

Peddi, Peddi, I heard that they watch your mother
Peddi, Peddi, I heard that people are watching your mother

Got a hit on your brother, like motherfucker don't - blliinng
There is a hit out on your brother and I will not hesitate to pull the trigger

Crack, smack a tooth out your choppers
I will hit you so hard that one of your teeth will fall out

Any wrong move, I blast the tool up on you fuckers
If you make any wrong moves, I will shoot you

Wait, that's just enough for you to follow
That should be enough for you to understand and not mess with me

Heavyweight rap, I spit for much for you to swallow
I am a skilled rapper and my lyrics may be too much for you to handle

Blap, Blap, number one with a bullet
I am the top rapper and this is further proven by a bullet

Play with them guns to the fullest
I play with guns to the fullest of their capability

Your stupid ass get, clapped, bap
You, being foolish, will get shot

About my past and my future, you disrespect it, I'll shoot you
If you disrespect my past or future, I will shoot you

Now one's for Peedi Crakk
This verse is dedicated to Peedi Crakk

And two's for Free'
This verse is dedicated to Freeway

Three for Young Gunna
This verse is dedicated to Young Gunna

And four for Sig'
This verse is dedicated to Beanie Sigel

You know it's SP yes we above of those things
It is known that we are State Property and we are above certain things

First the mack go ring, and when it's done it go ting
I will shoot my gun and it will first make a loud noise and then a softer noise after it's finished

All of the sudden and there's six million ways to rhyme
There are suddenly many different ways to rap

There's still six million ways to D-I-E
Despite all the different styles of rap, there are still many ways to die

I'll smack your P-why-T, with the bun and the nine, nigga
I will hit you with my gun and its ammunition

I live me rhymes, why'all ain't Free
I embody my lyrics and you do not, Freeway

But why'all know why'all heard of him
Everyone knows who Freeway is

Niggaz can not serve him, not see him when he floatin' by, windows be dark tinted
They cannot serve him because he is not visible when driving by due to his darkly tinted windows

Stop playing thinking you touch him, trouble you deep in it
Stop pretending that you can harm him, it will only lead to trouble

Clock spitting, it's just the principle, my principality
I will shoot my gun and it is simply due to following a code of principles of where I come from

Follow me home, better have a full tank, money for shoes
Follow me home, but make sure you have enough gas and money for shoes

What you fools think, full bank money from shows
We have a lot of money from our shows and you should know that

It's the Roc bitch, I'm on your block bitch
We are part of Roc-A-Fella Records and we are present on your block

I'm in the cock-pit, you think it's a rose
I am in control and you may think it is an easy situation

So what if it's brown from Mac, gotta take it back, back
Who cares if the gun is dirty, we still have to take it back

And gotta bobble the gat, push your shit back, back
We have to make sure the gun is working properly and then we will harm our enemies

Free, house the trap, push the release day back
Freeway is in charge of drug dealing and we have to delay the release of something

Me and crack at it again, add it to wax
Me and Beanie Sigel are collaborating on a song and adding it to our discography

Know my partner Young Neffi, we the youngest out the gang
My partner is Young Neffi and we are the youngest in the gang

Mami's spend a lot of meta, man I treat 'em all the same
Women spend a lot of money on me and I treat them all equally

Closest thing to my thang, is my thang, thang
The thing closest to my heart is my gun

Niggaz they act dumb act they think, thangs
People pretend to be ignorant when they really are not

Soon as the crackers come, they hit the bing, and sing
As soon as the police come, people are quick to snitch and sing

Niggaz on the street whisperin', Police District and
People on the street are whispering about the police in the district

Tell them about the drops and when the Puerto Ricans did Shamear
They tell on each other about drug deals and a situation where Puerto Ricans were involved

The dough get 'em, about the flow switchin' em
They are motivated by money and their rap style changes because of it

Got the greatest listening, haters 4-5'n them
They have a lot of people listening to their music and haters are trying to shoot them

Blasin' not missin' 'em, LA missin' him
They are shooting and not missing their targets while LA (Los Angeles) is missing them

Muhammad thang got his momma thinking that it's cousin Chris and 'em
Something named after Muhammad made Chris' mother think that she has more family members

Though we in a better place, be here, he rather too
Although they are doing well in life, someone would rather still be alive

But our father, the number when he ready too
Their father is their support system and is there for them when needed

Do not bother the rumble, niggaz ready too, bang you in a second
Do not start a fight because they are always ready and will hurt you quickly

Keep the banger for protection
They carry guns for their own protection

It ain't a game I'm from Philly
I come from Philadelphia and this is not a game

Go by the name B. Siggy, Mac Milly, Mac Mittens
My name is B. Siggy also called Mac Milly and Mac Mittens

Broad Street Bully, Mac go fully, bitch
I am known as the Broad Street Bully and my gun will fully shoot if needed

My whole squad sing chiti-bang, bang
My whole crew sings chiti-bang, bang

Make the city gangbang, stay pop, chain GANG
We control the city and are affiliated with a chain gang

Why'all ain't said a damn thang, with your thang thangs
You have not done anything despite having guns

Nigga, we can do the damn thang
We can do something with our guns if needed

The war ain't over 'til that fat bitch sang
The conflict is not over until someone has talked

Or the last bullet from my Mac blaang, mayne
Or until I have shot my last bullet from my gun

My whole click goin' reign, the half a clip will melt ya
My group is powerful and just a clip will harm you

For shelter, don't get caught up in the drizzle
Stay protected and don't get caught up in dangerous situations

Hit you in the spittle, and then bring it back again
Shoot you in the mouth and then do it again

It ain't a thang to make your brains go hang, mayne
It's easy to harm you and make your brain hang

Got bitches on the thang, thang
Girls are obsessed with my gun

Because they like the way the S.P. chain swings
They like our chains from State Property

City of Philly, you know that city brought your city the slang
Philadelphia has brought slang to other cities

My squad with me, and they ready to bang, bang
My crew is with me and we are ready to shoot