Sound Of Philadelphia

(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) (2X)
 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) (2X)
 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