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The Philly MC first signed to Roc-a-Fella Records in 2001 with the help of Freeway, a friend of Peedi since high school who had already joined the label through Beanie Sigel and his State Property entourage. In 2002, Peedi's debut single, "One for Peedi Crakk," charted in the R&B/hip-hop Top 40. He continued to make appearances on various Roc-a-Fella albums, including Jay-Z's The Blueprint²: The Gift & the Curse and Freeway's Philadelphia Freeway. His guest appearances were usually standouts, and his mixtapes gave him a reputation among East Coast rap fans. Faced with increasing exposure, the Philly rapper decided to modify his rap name to Peedi Peedi.
However, in 2005, two problems greatly affected Peedi's career. State Property dissolved, and Roc-a-Fella Records formally split into two. Jay-Z remaining at Def Jam with 50 percent, and Roc-a-Fella co-founder Dame Dash taking the other 50 percent to Universal Records under his Dame Dash Music Group. Peedi refused to side with Sigel and Dame Dash, and was briefly a free agent until Jay-Z, who soon became the president of Def Jam and maintained the Roc-a-Fella catalogue at the label, signed him. Peedi began working on a debut album, but it was continuously delayed. He did, however, release one single, "Take Me Home," in 2007. Peedi became at odds with the label over his album, and tensions developed between him and Jay-Z. Peedi decided to lashed out against the executive/rapper in the press and leaked several Jay-Z diss tracks, before he was released from his contract in 2008. Peedi then signed with Internet-based label Amalgam Digital and released Camel Face Hunting Season later in 2008.
B.B. Gun
Peedi Crakk Lyrics
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State Prop Chain Gang
Yeah, Chad West on the track
Sigel, Neef Buck, Peedi Crack, O and Sparks
Freeweezy yea State Prop Boys back in town
Backblock boys, pop boys, back you down
I ask is it me, or is it really them
But y'all ain't never gonna big Willy hum
North Philly, hum keep a big milli hum
Them ain't never been soft, naw dog
Y'all really them niggas that be mouthing off
Never really got in shit
Actin' like you shot the shit
But hesitate to pop it off
When it's on, y'all be gone
C grip the pistol, drawn
Hittin' till them niggas gone
Word till my niggas gone
This ain't just a song
This is real shit we live
Niggas will get ya kids
Hurry niggas switch your homes
Don't forget ya pistol, home
What the fuck you buy it for
To catch a fucking body or to
Show up for them bitches drawling
Actin' all big and buff
Niggas ain't really tough
Humble, but he might just be the
First to call you niggas bluff
Have you niggas shittin' puss
Bleedin' through the ass
C'll seize a nigga fast hit you bitches up
PC: We want
We want the kid that shot that BB gun
YC: Oh yea niggas wanna get on I
Got some niggas in my click
YC: That'll make your motherfuckin jaws tight
PC: We want
We want the kid that shot that BB gun
YC: Oh what niggas want to get on thats
Right I got some niggas in click
YC: That'll hit yall motherfuckas all night
Whoo whoop Bucky yo, bang bang here we go
Naw this ain't radio load up ya gun music
Don't pull it if you ain't gonna use it
Don't tempt me nigga, I'm gonna shoot it
Trust nigga
You gonna come up missing about mine
Thirty shot MP5, spit out nines
All hollows in ya gut
So you holla when it cuts
Let off a dime, then I calm
20 shots'll follow up
You'll be sparking like a dutch
Keep the shit up on a hush
Out on bail, fresh outta jail
Two cases, I got to fight nigga
They sent me down try to right niggas
They want me up north
Stressing with them White niggas
Getting husky, fuck it let twelve judge me
Got to keep it on me daily
If you got some beef you smell me
Listen what you niggas tell me
Come out naked so I can be in the spittle
Doc pumping I'm wetted
But I'mma be both these fuckas
Give me a second
PC: We want
We want the kid that shot that BB gun
YC: Oh yea niggas wanna get on I
Got some niggas in my click
YC: That'll make your motherfuckin jaws tight
PC: We want
We want the kid that shot that BB gun
YC: Oh what niggas want to get on thats
Right I got some niggas in click
YC: That'll hit yall motherfuckas all night
Sig want Sig want you bitch
Niggas still pumping you guns
Like pump pellets won't puncture your lungs
Get your toes tagged who wanna slow drag
Dance with the devil who wanna play
Freeze tag with the metal
And you it's like a virus my whole crew sick
I'm the truth in the booth
With my all blue kicks
But tell me why you mad dude
Like Big Old skit's mitts
Yea they call me that throwback kid
Cause that colt four fifth put
Big holes and shit
And you know I keep my ruger near
My back pocket keep the two shot there
Line up who wanna see if 2Pac dead
You'll knocked out ya tube socks yea
Get your wing tell me thing 2Pac said
Until the STOP you niggas not PAC
You not MY State Prop mothefucka and
PC: We want
We want the kid that shot that BB gun
YC: Oh yea niggas wanna get on I
Got some niggas in my click
YC: That'll make your motherfuckin jaws tight
PC: We want
We want the kid that shot that BB gun
YC: Oh what niggas want to get on thats
Right I got some niggas in click
YC: That'll hit yall motherfuckas all night
Oschino, nigga, SP we want we want
That boy in the Porsche with
The top in the trunk
Oschino long like joker clip all hanging out
Money over bitches what this SP gang about
Bought it like brotha man gas like son of Sam
One through your face leave your
Stretched like a rubber band
You wouldn't understand you don't want it fam
The MC with the hammer have yall
Niggas do the running man
Born in the ghetto straight form the projects
Game like LeBron James but no Nike contract
Pitbull red nose six hundred all
Gold marshland all froze
Low top red holes red shoe
Strings no socks on
Mr matinee be moving that popcorn
Yall niggas should stop drawing
Your oil paintings stink
While we in the kitchen cookin
Oils till they stink
PC: We want
We want the kid that shot that BB gun
YC: Oh yea niggas wanna get on I
Got some niggas in my click
YC: That'll make your motherfuckin jaws tight
PC: We want
We want the kid that shot that BB gun
YC: Oh what niggas want to get on thats
Right I got some niggas in click
YC: That'll hit yall motherfuckas all night
YC: Chitty bang bang all I see
In the ghetto is thangs bang
YC: Bitches getting drunk and wetted
And settle for gang bang
YC: Bitch niggas live for what
They copy and never yC: Is it just me or
Do you agree things change
YC: Yeayoung Gunnaschris and Neef
YC: It's our summer, O and Sparks
YC: Peedi Crakk, Freeweezy, B sig
YC: Holla at ya boys yea
We doing big things nigga
YC: State Prop clothing, cartoons, movies
Yall niggas know yC: Fuck yall wanna do
YC: Young Gunnas niggachris and Neef
YC: Get it right nigga pC: We want
We want the kid that shot that BB gun
The lyrics to Peedi Crakk's song "B.B. Gun" express the artist's pride and toughness as a member of State Property, a rap collective from Philadelphia. He starts by questioning whether it's him or others who are truly authentic and deserving of respect in the rap game. He asserts that he may be young, but he possesses the skills and street credibility that others only talk about. Peedi Crakk emphasizes the realness of his lyrics and warns that the consequences can be severe if anyone tries to challenge him or disrespect his crew. He proclaims that their music goes beyond just a song, reflecting their actual lives and experiences. The chorus reinforces their desire to confront an individual who shot a BB gun, symbolic of their readiness to handle any situation.
Overall, the lyrics convey a sense of pride, toughness, and authenticity, showcasing the artist's commitment to the streets and his crew. Peedi Crakk highlights his willingness to use violence to protect himself and his loved ones, portraying a tough and unapologetic image.
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: CHAD HAMILTON, CHRISTOPHER RIES, DWIGHT GRANT, HANIF MUHAMMAD, PEDRO LUIS ZAYAS, RYAN PRESSON, UMAR SAEED ALWAN
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