Criminal Background

(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..

[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!!!!