Lyrics
Beanie Sigel, Philly is where I'm from
We from P-H-I-L-A period
P-A period, E 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 thousand bars
That I roam the reservoir with dogs
Show the world what crew love is about, drop adrenaline
4, 5, 6, I showed 'em what a thug was about
I know you love flossin with X, bustin them checks
Gettin tattoos, paw prints on your chest
I ain't mad baby, get that cash
Make them hatin bitches kiss yo' ass, Ruff Ryde, lift that strap
I'm gon walk til I see how these fleas gon feel
When I come through with the whip, with the B's on the wheel
Burgundy thing, cream gut, cherry wood
Steering wheel, a B surrounded by the wing on the hood
I know they like, how they collide, he roll with Rock
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, (ha) goddamn we tight
Fuck being humble, ain't no other way to end this
We ain't open up the door, 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, no doubt we represent P-H-I-L-A period
E-V-E period, fuck with Beanie period
We gon hold it down for Illadel' 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 brody the mic
Took the fame cause they ain't give it to us, now we excite
The biggest crowds, and they screamin loud, Philly the shit
Roc-A-Fella rap gorilla, blonde bombshell bitch