yo my philadelphia hood aint all good/
mutherfuckers scared likt they let go suge*/
and we smashin on cats that sweet like j boog/

all we do is rap bust gats and sell crack/
and attack any wack mutherfucker wit a mac/
we stay strapped, and peel caps on contac/

in my hood we carry eagles wit red lasers/
spinnin necks off like they head was turntables/
everything philly cats spit aint fables/
unless they got a white cat on both sides as neighbors/

mutherfuckers dont wanna come on my block/
where crazy mutherfcukers carry glocks/
and slang coke rocks inside socks/

im reppin 215 till i die/
and if im gonna die sum where else, im goin outside to bury my self alive/
when guns go off you hit the ground and hide/
cus in philly when you hear them sirens sum1 lost they lives/

thats philly

next rapper spit ya hood