Lyrics:
the same color as Cam's shirt
My hand hurt, I'll smack Jin silly
Then put him on the Freeway like that cat from Philly
I'm hot with a deal, and you don't
Claiming you're a killer when
You a Christian cause it makes
You sound like an idiot
You need to tell these people
Who you really is that Philly kid
Who got
nothing but trouble to get our name out
It was a fun record but a bit silly
They said we wouldn't make it cause we come from Philly
1988 we won a grammy all
come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
[Verse 2: Black Thought]
Uh! Come and get it, who want it I got it I'm runnin with it
I brung it from Philly Philly
what to do, since then....since then...
(....the kids, I need some, I need some food, my kids are starving)
We've got to raise atlantis from
Philly never scared and them niggaz ain't timid there
Them young triggers lose lives by the minute there
It might start but the fight never finish there
Philly never scared and them niggas ain't timid there
Them young triggers lose lives by the minute there
It might start but the fight never finish there
and Delaware
Philly never scared and them niggaz ain't timid there
Them young triggers lose lives by the minute there
It might start but the fight never finish
around your way
It's been a long time
Long time long time
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Struck by the luck of the draw
Real life preservation
What I'm
[Angie Martinez]
Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets
From Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B.
When it drops it's game over,
holder that sits in row three
Next to Ron Artest and Kobe
Yo I woulda went pro too, then I let them phillies slow me
I'm like a black man's asthma,
the beat at me you know I'm a spaz
I came from the bottom
I'm flipping the packs
Pockets of George to filled with the Ben's
From a Toyota to whipping a Benz
juice from the fucking light poles
Shout out to the Bronx, nigga!
Aye yo, this shit go way back like a Uni marker, kid
Bombing the D train and hit
the train to Philly
Gonna kiss you in the city
Hold my hand, you're so pretty
Just two kids from Jersey
Hitting up the train to Philly
Gonna kiss you in
alligator see my arm, he wanna tear it
Curious George from Chicago, he died from gun violence
He was hate crimed down by the local lions
Not gonna take it
light this, they won't miss you
Stoop kid born on the block
Boy just got from 10 the shop
No job but work in his sock
They pulled up on him with problems
despiser
You woke the wiser, dealin' with the Roots vocalizer
Up in your flesh from South Philly to West
I stampede your style, I'll compile then bless
We
all good
Believin' everything that you saw in the hood
It goes on and on into show-biz
With the dumb shit, on some "Yo where you from kid?"
Now you
help from family or friends nobody can really help you now
Scram kid your new to me you bother
Cause I know you niggaz really ain't thugs
you trying
help from family or friends nobody can really help you now
Scram kid your new to me you bother
Cause I know you niggaz really ain't thugs
you trying
from south Philly to west
I'll compile the bless
[Chorus: x2]
Hey yo, I'm just a lyricist
The beat pimp
A chemist of the hemp
The ill Philly
Side wild as retarded kids in the shower
So funky if I farted you would smell it for an hour
I'm straight reppin Philly where we always spit the raw
us
No one likes us
No one likes us
We don't care
We're from Philly
Fuckin' Philly
No one likes us
We don't care
No one likes us
No one likes us
No one
on some Blair Witch shit
Comin' back I'm rich kid
Either or, you can't stop me with my feet in the door
Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play
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