Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Home Of Philly , by - Beanie Sigel. Release date: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Home Of Philly |
| Rule number one, keep them gloves on you |
| Loading up that biscuit, fuck all that print shit |
| So when you «shoot» you won’t go down to district |
| Keep a loaded revolver that save a lot of problems |
| I know shells walk with you |
| Look, let me talk with you Young |
| Always steered you strong dawg |
| Never wrong dawg |
| You told me way back then you’d put me on dawg |
| And I stood tall dawg |
| Shit, like city hall dawg |
| The city’s our’s dawg |
| See them Bentley’s? |
| Ours dawg |
| Look at Free, he going dawg |
| Tell Neef «C'mon dawg» |
| You gon' be to me like Cease could’ve been a Big |
| Like Sauce should’ve been a Jay |
| For Cee across the bridge |
| That’s how it is |
| That’s how it go, any problems with that kid |
| Tell a nigga what it is |
| Young Chris tell them niggas how we live |
| Where the fiends on every corner |
| (Dope heads on every other) |
| The jails got all the fathers |
| (The coke got all the mothers y’all) |
| Baby on one «shoot» |
| (Dope up in the other arm) |
| Another crack baby born |
| (They've got us trapped crazy y’all) |
| The home of Philly where they cook out everyday |
| (Raid the block every other) |
| The hustlers on every corner |
| (The cops on every other y’all) |
| Niggas will «shoot» |
| (And think nothing of it ch’all) |
| Bodies every other y’all |
| (But we gotta love it ch’all |
| The home of Philly) |
| I know you just lost your homie Chris that nigga was your heart |
| Yup, just like a brother |
| One of my littlest homie’s mayne |
| Many of 'em phony mayne |
| But Chris you play smart |
| Words from my homie, didn’t mean to leave you lonely Scrap |
| Let him rest in peace Chris |
| Just protect his peeps Chris |
| I rest with heat so you’ll never catch me sleep |
| up the streets I’ma rep it till we meet still |
| Puffing off the 'dro still, sexing all the freaks |
| They like it when it’s me |
| But they love it when it’s both y’all |
| They love us both dawg |
| And we know you love 'em most dawg |
| Shit, ain’t been the same since he left out the hood |
| Told you, lay y’all for good |
| Watch a lot of niggas change Chris |
| Time to make that change Chris |
| What, get up out the hood? |
| Yup |
| The only thing can’t trust nobody with them thangs now |
| Gotta keep them thangs down now |
| Chris, I ain’t trying to change you I’m just sharing game |
| Get stuck up in the street dawg, we running with the fame |
| I’m telling you some true shit |
| Shit it ain’t no new shit it’s rules to the game |
| I’m just following the Blueprint |
| And correction ain’t punishment dawg, don’t be stupid |
| Mack, you know what’s a shame? |
| I ain’t new to the game but my pop’s was a lame |
| Couldn’t school me to the game |
| Had to pick up on my brother and his gang |
| Chris what you saying? |
| I was born through the same |
| Dynasty, track sixteen, daddy where you been? |
| Still sharp as steel dawg, I’ma keep you sharp |
| Catch more flies with honey dawg, then you do with salt |
| Mack I’m taking heed with everything |
| But don’t believe in everything |
| That’s what I’m saying dawg, now we seeing clear |
| Believe half of what you see and none of what you hear |