Philly, Philly Eve (Ft. Beanie Sigel)

[Intro: Beanie Sigel]
Beanie Sigel
Philly is where I'm from
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm, mm

[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]
We from P-H-I-L-A period
P-A period, Eve, they hearin' it
Believe they fearin' it, but lovin' it, though
I hate the game, fuck the fame, but I'm lovin' the dough
You couldn't tell me in a million years
And a thousands bars that I'd roam the reservoir with dogs
Show the world what crew love was about
Drop "Adrenaline!", "4-5-6", I showed 'em what a thug was about
I know you love flossin' with X, bustin' them checks
Getting tattoos, paw prints on your chest
I ain't mad, baby, get that cash
Make them hatin' bitches kiss your ass, Ruff Ryde, lift that strap
I'm gon' walk 'til I see how these fleas gon' feel
When I come through with the whip with the Bs on the wheel
Burgundy thing, cream gut, cherry wood
Steerin' wheel, a B surrounded by the wing on the hood
I know they like, "How they collide?"
He roll with Roc, you Ruff Ryde, but we Black Friday tied
How you think they gon' feel seein' us Grammy night?
Let me tell you, a bunch of ifs, ands and mights
Billboard charts, Source ads and mics
And if I say so myself, goddamn, we tight
Fuck bein' humble, ain't no other way to end this
We ain't open up the door, we knocked that bitch up off the hinges