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 niggas '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 Niggas 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 niggas 'round here is gettin' fed up