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[Beenie Siegal] Beenie Siegal Philly is where I'm from [Beenie Siegal] We from P H I L A period PA period Eve they hearing it Believe they fearing it but loving it though I hate the game fuck the fame but I'm loving the dough You couldn't tell me in a million years And a thousands bars that I roam the reservoir with dogs Show the world what "crew love" was about Drop adrenaline. "4 5 6" I showed them what a thug was about I know you love flossing wit X, busting them checks Getting tattoos, paw prints on your chest I aint' mad, baby get that cash Make them hating bitches kiss your ass Ruff Ryde lift that strap I'm gon walk till I see how these flee's gon feel When I come through wit the whip with the bee's on the wheel Burgundy thing, cream gut, cherry wood Steering wheel, or be surround by the wing on the hood I know they like "how they collide" He roll wit Roc, you Ruff Ryde but we black friday tied How you think they gon feel seeing us grammy night Let me tell you, a bunch of if, and's and mics Billboard charts, source ad and mics And if I say so myself "goddamn we tight" Fuck being humble ain't no other way to end this We ain't open up the doors, we knocked that bitch up off the hinges Chorus Oh Philly, Philly, Philly where I am from Philly, Philly Philly where I am from Philly, Philly Philly where I am from Philly, Philly Philly where I am from [Eve] Yo, yo yo No doubt we represent P-H-I-L-A period E-V-E eve period, fuck wit Beenie period We gon hold it down for illdelph for life Came through made a name nigga nailed it tight And now we shine, been knew, shit it was about time Switched from streets to beats, platinum lines Used to struggle in the hood just to brodie the mic Took the fame cause they ain't give it us, now we excite The biggest crowds and they screaming loud PHILLY THE SHIT Rocc-a-fella rap guerrilla, blond bombshell bitch I Ruff Ryde, take your mind shit you doing the same Work hard now the streets stay shouting our names Fame is funny, get money, snakes in the grass When the hostility shows, niggas face get smashed But I stay grounded, brick house stallion My bitches keep me real while I make millions Pile it all, we gon have it all any minute Give it back the hood and we gon ball in a minute Cause any thing we want, we gon have it on our plates Matter of time before we killed the beans it was our fate And cats were stressed, gave it all they expected less Disrespect take it back the hood, protect your chest Try to break us but we broke through Got the job done, that's what's up Running shit now tell them where I am from Chorus: Oh Philly, Philly Philly where I am from Phily, Philly Philly where I am from Philly, Philly Philly where I am from Philly, Philly Philly where I am from Philly, Philly Philly where I am from
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