Criminal Background

Young Chris

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    (feat. Peedi Crakk)

    [Verse 1: Young Chris]
    Criminal background, State Prop's back now
    Lookin' for a squad like ours, picture that clown
    Difference in them verses what we talk we live it too
    They just beats and hooks far from lyrical
    Just a lil' piece of mind I thought I'd share with you
    They don't really care for you
    Be a lil' careful, you
    Might think you sharin' ya shit
    And the weirdest shit
    Then next time you hear his shit
    You hearin' you
    That just let's me know I'm gift with the lyrics too
    While I don't take it personal
    Reverse em' when they share with you
    Keep her near you, unless you sharin'
    Cuz I party mines
    Sippin' on my name while you lames drinks Bacardi lime
    I'm takin' brains for the game when it's party time
    Thinkin' you here to hang with the gang?
    Well I'm sorry ma
    Go ahead ma, keep ya ol' man Chris
    Not Ronnie, ain't no old man shit
    Plus you know this

    [Chorus: Peedi Crakk]
    Criminals grindin', you hear us rhymin'
    But at the same time nines is in alignment
    State Prop, a problem try to hide ya diamonds
    As if Peedi and them Youngins won't find em
    As if B. Sig and Freeweez ain't behind em
    Omilio Sparks and Oschin, perfect timin'
    We criminal background, we back now
    So lemme see ya motherfuckin' diamonds, diamonds..

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    [Verse 2: Peedi Crakk]
    Now...
    Know Crakk pick up on em bitches like Chevys
    Got my Avalanche tinted, know who in it P and Lezzy (P and Lezzy)
    Blowin',???? then he passed it to Haniffy
    Tell me Crakk is off his grindin'
    I'm in the heaviest weight class ho
    C.R.E.A.M's say blast
    Got a camera in my bathroom lookin' at ya ass
    Know my whirl-a-frame playin' too bout to break fast
    Get a half, while my nigga Tommy Buttas do the math (do the math)
    It's like a capsule, you can see it from the past
    From the way they call me Crakk, from upstate I'm countin' cash
    From Montgomery's ass
    I might blast you, look at my lap, I'm in the cash rule
    The girls feel so good, but the brain is not ready, I don't know
    I'd rather talk to a woman, cuz their mind is so steady, now here we go

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3: Young Chris]
    I undastand that the ROC a crowded family
    But I gotta lotta family
    And I'm one of the hottest
    I know the fans runnin' to cop us
    Will need that jam that have Def Jam want em to drop us
    Can't none of them stop us, one in the top plus
    Ya don't really live it ya'll runnin' the blockbust
    They get it from the flicks (watchin' too many movies)
    Now watch them cameras
    If they don't get it from a snitch, they get it from the flicks
    I limit on these chicks, and kinda when I get head
    Ever since they told me you could get it from the lips
    I never hadda pops, I can get it from some shit
    Used to get it on the strip, or they get it from the clips

    [Chorus]

    [Outro: Young Chris]
    Young C!.....P.C.!
    Chad West, yous a problem!
    Brian Crest, holla at ya boy!!
    My nigga P!
    Neef Buck, Face Dolla
    Sigel, Free, O and Sparks
    It's our summer
    Brice holla at the doe!!!!

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    Composición: L. Parker

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