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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.
One For Peedi Crakk
Peedi Crakk Lyrics
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It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name P, Prizzy Mac Milly
Used to with Young Crizzy in the back rolling on twigs
People want to know who run with me, nobody but the bang, bang
Streets will forgive me, street vocals searching the city, sing
Peddi, Peddi, I heard that they got your number
Peddi, Peddi, I heard that they watch your mother
Got a hit on your brother, like motherfucker don't - blliinng
Crack, smack a tooth out your choppers
Any wrong move, I blast the tool up on you fuckers
Wait, that's just enough for you to follow
Heavyweight rap, I spit for much for you to swallow
Blap, Blap, number one with a bullet
Play with them guns to the fullest
Your stupid ass get, clapped, bap
About my past and my future, you disrespect it, I'll shoot you
Treat it just like that...
[Chorus: x 2]
[Peedi C] Now one's for Peedi Crakk
[Freeway] And two's for Free'
[Young C] Three for Young Gunna
[B Sigel] And four for Sig'
[Peedi C] You know it's SP yes we above of those things
First the mack go ring, and when it's done it go ting
[Freeway]
All of the sudden and there's six million ways to rhyme
There's still six million ways to D-I-E
I'll smack your P-why-T, with the bun and the nine, nigga
I live me rhymes, why'all ain't Free
But why'all know why'all heard of him
Niggaz can not serve him, not see him when he floatin' by, windows be dark tinted
Stop playing thinking you touch him, trouble you deep in it
Clock spitting, it's just the principle, my principality
Follow me home, better have a full tank, money for shoes
What you fools think, full bank money from shows
It's the Roc bitch, I'm on your block bitch
I'm in the cock-pit, you think it's a rose
So what if it's brown from Mac, gotta take it back, back
And gotta bobble the gat, push your shit back, back
Free, house the trap, push the release day back
Me and crack at it again, add it to wax
[Chorus]
[Young Chris]
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name, Young Chris, or Young Gunner
Know my partner Young Neffi, we the youngest out the gang
Mami's spend a lot of meta, man I treat 'em all the same
Closest thing to my thang, is my thang, thang
Niggaz they act dumb act they think, thangs
Soon as the crackers come, they hit the bing, and sing
Niggaz on the street whisperin', Police District and
Tell them about the drops and when the Puerto Ricans did Shamear
The dough get 'em, about the flow switchin' em
Got the greatest listening, haters 4-5'n them
Blasin' not missin' 'em, LA missin' him
Muhammad thang got his momma thinking that it's cousin Chris and 'em
Though we in a better place, be here, he rather too
But our father, the number when he ready too
Do not bother the rumble, niggaz ready too, bang you in a second
Keep the banger for protection
[Chorus]
[Beanie Sigel]
It ain't a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name B. Siggy, Mac Milly, Mac Mittens
Broad Street Bully, Mac go fully, bitch
My whole squad sing chiti-bang, bang
Make the city gangbang, stay pop, chain GANG
Why'all ain't said a damn thang, with your thang thangs
Nigga, we can do the damn thang
The war ain't over 'til that fat bitch sang
Or the last bullet from my Mac blaang, mayne
My whole click goin' reign, the half a clip will melt ya
For shelter, don't get caught up in the drizzle
Hit you in the spittle, and then bring it back again
It ain't a thang to make your brains go hang, mayne
Got bitches on the thang, thang
Because they like the way the S.P. chain swings
City of Philly, you know that city brought your city the slang
My squad with me, and they ready to bang, bang
[Chorus]
Peedi Crakk's song "One for Peedi" is all about Philadelphia pride and the loyalty amongst its rappers. Peedi Crakk starts off by introducing himself and his nickname, Prizzy Mac Milly. He mentions rolling in a car with Young Crizzy and claims that he doesn't run with anyone, only with his weapon. He raps about knowing the streets, which are always watching, listening, and forgiving. “Peddi, Peddi” is sung as if someone is calling for Peedi and letting him know that someone is after him; they got his number, and someone is even going after his family, clearly highlighting the danger of living in the streets. He is aware of the challenges of street life and claims to do what he must to survive.
Freeway jumps in, adding his unique voice and flow to the mix. He starts talking about how there are still six million ways to die, despite the many ways to rhyme. He mentions that he will hit someone's P-why-T with a 'bun and a nine' (referring to his gun). He also mentions that he lives for his rhymes, while others just talk about him. Beanie Sigel raps about his nickname, Mac Milly, and how he's part of the Broad Street Bully squad. He raps about his status on the streets and the gang affiliation with his crew. He also brings up some of the city's slang with "chiti-bang, bang" and mentions how Philly brought the slang to other cities.
Overall, the song is a testament to Philly's rich culture and the bond amongst its rappers. It's all about representing their city and its struggles, and how they are all in it together.
Line by Line Meaning
It's not a game I'm from Philly
I'm serious, I come from Philadelphia
Go by the name P, Prizzy Mac Milly
I go by the names P, Prizzy, or Mac Milly
Used to with Young Crizzy in the back rolling on twigs
I used to be with Young Crizzy, rolling on cigars
People want to know who run with me, nobody but the bang, bang
People wonder who my crew is, it's just me and my guns
Streets will forgive me, street vocals searching the city, sing
The streets will forgive me, I'm searching the city for new rhymes and inspiration
Peddi, Peddi, I heard that they got your number
I heard they have your phone number, Peddi
The alias you've been living under, the mack goes thrriiing
Your fake identity won't save you from my gun's sound
Peddi, Peddi, I heard that they watch your mother
I heard they have been watching your mother, Peddi
Got a hit on your brother, like motherfucker don't - blliinng
They have a contract to kill your brother, be careful
Crack, smack a tooth out your choppers
If you mess with me, I'll punch your teeth out
Any wrong move, I blast the tool up on you fuckers
I will shoot anyone who poses a threat to me
Heavyweight rap, I spit for much for you to swallow
My rap lyrics are too much for you to handle
Blap, Blap, number one with a bullet
I'm the best in the game, and my success is bulletproof
Play with them guns to the fullest
I use my guns to their fullest potential
Your stupid ass get, clapped, bap
If you don't watch your back, you will suffer consequences
About my past and my future, you disrespect it, I'll shoot you
If you disrespect my past or future, I will use violence against you
Now one's for Peedi Crakk
This verse is dedicated to Peedi Crakk
And two's for Free'
This one's for Freeway
Three for Young Gunna
This one's for Young Chris
And four for Sig'
This one's for Beanie Sigel
You know it's SP yes we above of those things
SP is above all the petty drama
First the mack go ring, and when it's done it go ting
I fire my gun, and when it's empty, it makes a ting sound
All of the sudden and there's six million ways to rhyme
There are countless ways to create rhymes
There's still six million ways to D-I-E
Despite all the creative possibilities, there's only one way to die
I'll smack your P-why-T, with the bun and the nine, nigga
I'll hit you in the face with my gun
I live me rhymes, why'all ain't Free
I embody my lyrics, you can't compare to me, Freeway
But why'all know why'all heard of him
You know who Freeway is, even if you can't measure up
Niggaz can not serve him, not see him when he floatin' by, windows be dark tinted
No one can beat Freeway, and he moves around unnoticed with his tinted windows
Stop playing thinking you touch him, trouble you deep in it
Don't mess with Freeway, or you'll find yourself in deep trouble
Clock spitting, it's just the principle, my principality
I shoot my gun without hesitation, it's a matter of principle
Follow me home, better have a full tank, money for shoes
If you come to my house, make sure you have enough gas and money to buy shoes
What you fools think, full bank money from shows
Don't be fooled by my success, I make a lot of money from concerts
It's the Roc bitch, I'm on your block bitch
I'm a part of Roc-A-Fella Records, and I'm on your block
I'm in the cock-pit, you think it's a rose
I'm in charge, and it might appear easy, but it's not
So what if it's brown from Mac, gotta take it back, back
Even if my gun is rusty, I'll still use it to get my revenge
And gotta bobble the gat, push your shit back, back
I need to move my gun, and when I shoot, it pushes you back
Free, house the trap, push the release day back
Freeway's home is where we make trap music, we need to delay the release date
Me and crack at it again, add it to wax
Me and Peedi Crakk are making more music together
Go by the name, Young Chris, or Young Gunner
I go by the names Young Chris or Young Gunner
Know my partner Young Neffi, we the youngest out the gang
Me and my friend Young Neffi are the youngest members in our crew
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
My favorite possession is my gun
Niggaz they act dumb act they think, thangs
People act dumb when they have guns
Soon as the crackers come, they hit the bing, and sing
As soon as the police arrive, people confess to their crimes
Niggaz on the street whisperin', Police District and
People on the street are talking about the police department
Tell them about the drops and when the Puerto Ricans did Shamear
They talk about where to find drugs and when Puerto Ricans committed a crime
The dough get 'em, about the flow switchin' em
People get caught over money, and they are quick to change their personality
Got the greatest listening, haters 4-5'n them
I have many fans, and my haters are jealous and trying to shoot me
Blasin' not missin' 'em, LA missin' him
I'm shooting and not missing, and LA is missing me
Muhammad thang got his momma thinking that it's cousin Chris and 'em
My mother thinks that I'm with my cousin Muhammad, but I'm with Chris and others
Though we in a better place, be here, he rather too
Even though we are in a good place now, he would rather be somewhere else
But our father, the number when he ready too
Our father is always there for us, whenever we need him
Do not bother the rumble, niggaz ready too, bang you in a second
Don't start trouble, or we will quickly retaliate with violence
Keep the banger for protection
We carry guns to protect ourselves
It ain't a game I'm from Philly
I'm serious, I come from Philadelphia
Go by the name B. Siggy, Mac Milly, Mac Mittens
I go by the names B. Siggy, Mac Milly, and Mac Mittens
Broad Street Bully, Mac go fully, bitch
I'm a bully from Broad Street, and I use my gun
My whole squad sing chiti-bang, bang
My crew loves to sing that we're the best
Make the city gangbang, stay pop, chain GANG
My crew dominates the city, and we love to flaunt our chains
Why'all ain't said a damn thang, with your thang thangs
You haven't said anything, even with your guns
Nigga, we can do the damn thang
We can fight or shoot, whatever it takes
The war ain't over 'til that fat bitch sang
The conflict won't end until a certain event happens
Or the last bullet from my Mac blaang, mayne
Or until I run out of bullets from my gun
My whole click goin' reign, the half a clip will melt ya
My crew is powerful, and even half a clip of my gun will destroy you
For shelter, don't get caught up in the drizzle
Take refuge from the violence, don't get too involved
Hit you in the spittle, and then bring it back again
I'll shoot you in your mouth and then shoot you again
It ain't a thang to make your brains go hang, mayne
It's no problem for me to shoot you in the head
Got bitches on the thang, thang
I have women attracted to me because of my gun
Because they like the way the S.P. chain swings
They like the way my chain swings as I shoot my gun
City of Philly, you know that city brought your city the slang
Philadelphia created its own slang and popularized it
My squad with me, and they ready to bang, bang
My crew is with me, and we're ready to fight or shoot
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: CHRIS YOUNG, DORSEY WESLEY, DWIGHT GRANT, LESLIE PRIDGEN, PEDRO LUIS ZAYAS
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