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Philadelphia
Damn man It's Philadelphia for ya right Well they don't call it killadelphia for no reason It go down Let me walk you in
Another murder victim Another dead body Another homicide Another mama cry Racking up the body count A hundred or more And everybody's got a gun Niggaz guns are galor Shits killin everyday Shootin every hour This is the belly of the beast Try not to be devoured Niggaz on angles Plotin on a dolla If the wolves think ya coward Then they comin at ya collar Niggaz with money, respect niggaz with power Killaz respect killaz Nigga ain't a city wilder Every time the news on Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com They say a dude got shot or a dudes gone And then they move on It's like you gotta keep a tool on I sing a true song It's either move out or get moved on That's why I'm always on my toes like ma shoes gone Man it's like my sad blues song And philadel o g's They don't bang Wear da blue holmes They bang guns guns for the color green Or the color white Hit chu up and make you bleed red And den your body turns blue Den ya ass dead Diss is real rap I'm being so honest I'm from a hot city Full of cold violence Tomorrows not promised Day say we need guidance For the deceased One moment of silence
[Chorus:] I was taught to stay real And go on and get rich Hold down ma city While I was ridin for my click From philly where everyday a nigga sent Another life gets scheduled The niggaz dismissed Take a little ride with me Take a little ride Take a little ride with me Take a little ride Take a little ride as I bring you aside To meet streets of the 215 Your all welcome
Jea rest in peace to all the lost ones They soul at the crossroad We all lost some So wen I do it I gotta do it for them Murder is the reason that we stick out like a soar thumb Philly philly The city where it go down Where the murder rate go up Niggaz thrown down More beef more gun violence Niggaz throw rounds The people say we gotta slow up We need at slow down This ain't a movie This reality That's why I smoke L's till the ash burns off like calories Shit you don't know how far I'd be You got a better chance of getting hit Way before you hit the lottery Money on my mind I'm just tryna get it The big house and the morge Two places I ain't tryna visit To all my youngins if ya got a dream Try to live it And remember The sky is the limit
[Chorus:] I was taught to stay real And go on and get rich Hold down ma city While I was ridin for my click From philly where everyday a nigga sent Another life gets scheduled The niggaz dismissed Take a little ride with me Take a little ride Take a little ride with me Take a little ride Take a little ride as I bring you aside To meet streets of the 215 Your all welcome
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