Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song See Clearly , by - Peedi CrakkRelease date: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
See Clearly |
| Peedi Crakk: I can see clearly now the rain is gone |
| Beanie Sigel: All the rain is gone so it’s on homie |
| Peedi Crakk: I can see all the obstacles in my way |
| Cause it’s your boy, PC |
| Indeed yes B. Sig |
| C and Neef, Young Free |
| Oschin, Sparky |
| Philly, Philly what that rap be bout |
| A lot of bitches, squad of niggas coppin coups and houses |
| Sell dope on streets, you hope you’ll never be |
| And I poke more freaks then you’ll probably ever see |
| I’m chillin, fuck y’all mad for? |
| Probably cause a Hollywood crib got glass doors |
| And I’m in denim looking like the boy just stepped out of prison |
| And split in the Excur |
| But of course the pleasure is yours |
| You should do whatever in a Berreta with a berreta |
| FLOSS them princess cuts, who said what |
| My mind on my money, money wassup |
| Glock full of those dummies |
| I’m not one of your homies I’ll hit you the fuck up |
| Yep, State Prop boys back in town |
| The Back Block Boys, ROC back you down |
| Let’s go |
| Choke off tec smoke, nigga get your neck broke |
| Throw you in the death yoke, make you do the breast stroke |
| Throw a blood river, fucking with these thug niggas |
| Official street niggas, certified slug givers |
| Like I’m fresh out the service, aiming on order |
| A half a dollar off your shoulder, make you change into a quater |
| Bring Crakk 'cross the border, Freeway transporter |
| Oschino & Sparks, the hitman clap for us |
| Chris & Neef, the young gunners yes |
| They’ll bring it to anyone of your young’ns |
| Now what you muthafuckas holla’n bout |
| It ain’t shit to park the Benz and squad us out |
| Get 'em up and bring my riderz out |
| Strap 'em up and send 'em to where you hidin out |
| Make 'em snatch what you proud about |
| State Prop boys back in town |
| Back block boys pop boys back you down |
| And let’s go |
| (Neef Buck) |
| I can see clearly now, yeah you know I left the wheel on |
| I’ma be here when the smoke clears |
| I can’t be alone (Buck, he got his back) |
| (Fuck without our gat) Scrap? |
| (Naw we don’t leave it home) |
| Undefeated homie (Plus we on a winning streak) |
| (Hardest kids in these streets, bring ya shit when you sleep) |
| Get hit if you peek, the shit isn’t sweet |
| (C I got mines) Plus I mine bomb if he creep |
| (Hallow points’ll flip his Jeep) If he point Chris & Neef |
| (Hit him up neck to feet) Lift him up, rest in peace |
| State Prop boys back in town |
| (It's Young Gunner) Young Neef plus Crakk here now |
| (It's our summer) Fool pass that crown |
| (Y'all done had y’all run) Hope you lil niggas had your fun |
| (We are spit the realist cats, nigga act bend 'em back) |
| Who the fuck ain’t feeling that, show me I’ll spin his cap |