Lyrical Breakdown of One For Peedi Crakk - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "One For Peedi Crakk" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how The Diplomats weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "One For Peedi Crakk" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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[Peedi Crakk] 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 The alias you've been living under the mack goes thrriiing 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]