[Intro]

Yeah

It's the sound of Philadelphia

Yo, yo



[Verse 1]

Welcome to the home of brotherly love

Brothers covered in blood

The man's office is covered in bugs

The youth dreams cut short, swept under the rug

Love for self is outweighed by the love for the drugs

Go Eagles, McNabb and T.O.

We ain't hard to find homey, just follow the weed smoke

We eat rolls of greased beef soaked, overweight and evil

A city of justice unequal

The shadow of New York we still under

So we gotta kill 'em every summer, walk a little tougher

Guns bustin' how we chose to fight

When you can go from bein' a star to a scumbag overnight

Streets often deserted on the coldest nights

All hair trigger thunderbirds show you're right

Cops don't ask if ya know your rights

Hopeless hypes smokin' pipes

Pavement gamblers rollin' dice

Short sentence describe your whole life

Low expectancy at a low price for a low life

The mind of many years shines, soul so bright

But they could give a fuck, in their crib no lights

Everybody rhyme and they claim they don't write--it down

Sit down, take it all in

Civilization, this is where it all ends

The city I call kin

Yo, so take caution



[Hook x2]

It's the sound of Philadelphia

Gun shots and pretty beats

Come along with me, hear my city speak

It's talkin' to ya, it's giving you a heads up

It's sayin' that niggaz 'round here is gettin' fed up



[Verse 2]

On stoops the fruits of my labor

Are made by moves that major

Hood gossip never news from the newspaper

Don't ask me for shit, we never do favors

The elders are now just a bunch of reclused neighbors

Tax dollars go to prisons, new judges, new chambers

Love it when you lose, kill ya if you came up

Niggaz passin' disease, fuckin' the same slut

You either cuttin' a demo or gettin' 'caine cut

Don't go to school, they'll treat you like a lame duck

You ain't my master, yeah it's a shame but

What do you expect from--kids who need respect

Cuz no one was at home for them to learn respect from?

We respect guns, we respect funds

Let's face it, my future don't look like the Jetsons

Don't ask the government for help cause we expect none

Our heroes get murdered and replaced with the next one

It's like a wild west done

On the way out I hope I get one

But I doubt that will happen

Cuz of crabs in a barrel

I'll probably end up in a cage

Cuz I had to let a blast from the barrel

The city of Philly {*echoes*}



[Hook x2]

It's the sound of Philadelphia

Gun shots and pretty beats

Come along with me, hear my city speak

It's talkin' to ya, it's giving you a heads up

It's sayin' that niggaz 'round here is gettin' fed up