Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song See Clearly, artist - Peedi Crakk
Date of issue: 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 |