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letra de peedi crakk & freeway freestyle - 2 raw for the streets

[verse 1: peedi crakk]
yo, yo
you better know my squad tough
we ‘bout to ride rough
hundred proof, gun juice, talk that stuff
wanna park that truck and get sparked with that, duck
i’m from north philly, you from bubblef-ck
do i care? all i know is five gears, sitting
top spitting, dipping like sonny liston
i spit it calm but you still gon’ feel it
like i did a little time but i’m still gon’ deal it
nothing changed but my handgun, now i got the bad one
that spray from far away, hit ya’ man son
no, props to that lady watching me from her stoop
that b-tch fella couldn’t get up, from under my boot
it’s like five in the morning and i still got rocks
sun coming up, fiends running up the block
[?] in my sock, holla if you see the cops
got my bat, gun, tryna knock a n-gga out the park
and if you know crakk then you know my twist
all outta cognac, bunch of b-tches on my d-ck
and i don’t give a f-ck who y’all wit’
and i don’t give a f-ck who y’all get, i run through y’all strip
bulletproof on my reversible pl sh-t
me and [?] cop water on the gl tip
it’s five and crakk, free and crakk
free and five, five and free
[verse 2: freeway]
uh
since i was like 15 i was all about that paper n-gga
ain’t much changed, though surrounded by them hater n-ggas
ain’t much changed, though surrounded by them hater n-ggas
everywhere i go, peep, everywhere i flow it’s me
free down north getting grimy for that dough, sleep
ain’t got them thangs then i’ll find you with a whole, creep
come out them thangs ‘fore they find you with some holes, sleep
forever resting, bullets forever lodged in ya’ skull, we ball
my hood, crime-infested, yeah n-gga you guessed it
i been in and out the pen
came home, hopped in and out the benz, rims
on and off ya’ block, cops, wonder ‘bout my ends, stop
worry ‘bout yo’self ‘fore they find you like ya’ friend, shot
popped in the abdomen, that’s what they get for tattling
[?], fast run, that don’t make you better than
person that stash, ones, grinding to feed they family
i can’t understand cops, i don’t care if you mad at me
snitches, just as bad as ‘em, catch ‘em and brrrat at them
i’m tryna be, free from all the haters in the world
if you with me throw your hands up, haters get yo’ ass out
i’m, tryna be free from all the snitches in the world
if you feel me throw your guns up, player break yo’ man out
tryna be free from all the coppers in the world
all my n-ggas show me love ‘til i’m called by the above
when we clear blocks with glocks, n0body can budge
when we hear shots, long as it ain’t n0body we love
when we clear blocks with glocks, n0body can budge
when we hear shots, long as it ain’t n0body we love

- 2 raw for the streets

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