Eve, Beanie Sigel — Philly, Philly

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Beanie Sigel
Philly is where I’m from
We from P-H-I-L-A period
PA period, Eve they hearin’ it
Believe they fearin’ it, but lovin’ it though
I hate the game, fuck the fame but I’m lovin’ the dough
You couldn’t tell me in a million years
And a thousands bars that I roam the reservoir with dogs
Show the world what «crew love» was about
Drop adrenaline, «4−5-6»
I show them what a thug was about
I know you love flossin’ with X, bustin’ them checks
Getting tattoos, paw prints on your chest
I ain’t mad, baby, get that cash
Make them hatin’ bitches kiss your ass
Ruff Ryde lift that shit
I’m gon’ walk ’til I see how these flees gon’ feel
When I come through with the whip with the bees on the wheel
Burgundy thing, cream gut, cherry wood
Steerin’ wheel, or be surrounded by the wing on the hood
I know they like, «How they collide»
He roll with Roc, you Ruff Ryde
But we black friday tied
How you think they gon’ feel seein’ us Grammy night?
Let me tell you, a bunch of if, ands and mights
Billboard charts, source ads and mics
And if I say so myself, goddamn, we tight
Fuck bein’ humble, ain’t no other way to end this
We ain’t open up the doors, we knocked that bitch up off the hinges
Philly, Philly
Philly where I am from
Philly, Philly
Philly where I am from
Philly, Philly
Philly where I am from
Philly, Philly
Philly where I am from
Yo, yo yo
No doubt we represent P-H-I-L-A period
E-V-E eve period, fuck with Beenie period
We gon’ hold it down for illdelph for life
Came through, made a name, nigga, nailed it tight
And now we shine, been knew, shit it was ’bout time
Switched from streets to beats, platinum lines
Used to struggle in the hood, just to brodie the mic
Took the fame ’cause they ain’t give it us, now we excite
The biggest crowds and they screamin’ loud, Philly the shit
Roc-a-fella rap guerrilla, blond bombshell bitch
I Ruff Ryde, take your mind, shit, you doin’ the same
Work hard, now the streets stay shoutin’ our names
Fame is funny, get money, snakes in the grass
When the hostility shows, niggas face get smashed
But I stay grounded, brick house stallion
My bitches keep me real while I make millions
Pile it all, we gon’ have it all any minute
Give it back the hood and we gon’ ball in a minute
‘Cause anything we want, we gon’ have it on our plates
Matter of time before we killed the beans it was our fate
And cats were stressed, gave it all, they expected less
Disrespect, take it back the hood, protect your chest
Try to break us but we broke through
Got the job done, that’s what’s up
Runnin’ shit, now tell ’em where I am from
Philly, Philly
Philly where I am from
Phily, Philly
Philly where I am from
Philly, Philly
Philly where I am from
Philly, Philly
Philly where I am from
Philly, Philly
Philly where I am from
Philly, Philly
Philly where I am from
Philly, Philly
Philly where I am from
Philly, Philly
Philly where I am from
Philly, Philly
Philly where I am from
Philly, Philly
Philly where I am from
Philly, Philly
Philly where I am from