[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
The next time you hear his shit, you hearin' you
That just let 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
Think you just 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 that 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), diamonds (diamonds)
[Verse 2: Peedi Crakk]
Know Crakk pick up on em bitches like Chevys
Got my Avalanche tinted, know who in it, P and Leslie (P and Leslie)
Blow and spend it, and 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 of my n***a 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, upstate I'm countin' cash
From Montgomery's ave, I might blast you
Look at my lap, I'm in the cashew jag
The girls feel so good
But the brain is not ready, I don't know
I'd rather talk to a woman
Cuz her mind is so steady, now here we go

[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), diamonds (diamonds)
[Verse 3: Young Chris]
I understand that the ROC a crowded family
But I got a 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
Y'all don't really live it, y'all 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, a condom when I get head
Ever since they told me you could get it from the lips
I never had a pops, I can get it from some shit
Used to get it on the strength, or they get it from the clips

[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), diamonds (diamonds)
[Outro: Young Chris]
Young C!
P.C!
Chad West, you's a problem!
Ryan Press, holla at ya boy!
My n***a P!
Neef Buck, Face Dolla
Sigel, Free
O and Sparks
It's our summer
Bryce, holla at the doe!!!!