Lyrics:
got to Philly, rode on the bus
Greyhound man I heard I had to lay it down
Nigga, in the back cupped up
Up in a fuckin seat
But I knew if I got to Meek
I
before we came to Philly
Now I’ve been cut off by my wife for somethin’ lame an’ silly
We moved to Ninth an’ Passyunk… a swell spot to be chillin’
Right
like dice
Forever in the day
Say what you say
On the mic I display, Philly to L.A.
I've been all over from Crenshaw and Impearl
To 108th, I'm sure
like dice
Forever in the day
Say what you say
On the mic I display, Philly to L.A.
I've been all over from Crenshaw and Impearl
To 108th, I'm sure
young gunnas in the truck with it
Sigel would've loved it, Philly would've fucked with it
California state property you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring,
right between her (tittes)
I beeped this fillie from Philly, we was puffin on a Phillie
She started actin' silly, so I popped her like a Willie
I'm
me
Mrs pusherman
Never sold rocks
But I'm selling these bars
Yeah
West Philly raised
Time flies by
Now I condo hop in Harlem
Watching clouds fly by
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I'm
Fuck they can't stand up next to me
Competition bring out the best in me
Shit you talkin weirder than Elvis Presley
I'm tryin to blow out
can get an eye jammy
So save the sob stories for a storybook
And look, Jack-in-the-box can take a lickin'
But I'm never gettin' took
By Uncle Scam
It's Boujee in here, it's Boujee in here
Shoutout to Twenty for this
Okay
B-O-U-J double E
Yeah, that's me
I'm the king I'm smoking green
Always
They told me they wanted to kill me
I told em I’ll pay a milli
Gettin cheese I’m in philly
Dirty money man you filthy
Poppin tags like a pilly
Play
Aye, Aye, I said tell mee
(k) what's really goin' on
Philly back up in this bitch I'm ready
I'm in my bag
Sound like I turned and hit dem bitches
all a bad dream
And I'm in South Philly
Now tell ‘em, Mr. Hohner …
Me and Mr. Hohner
In Yuma, Arizona
Aye, Aye
I said tell me what's really going on
Philly back up in this bitch I'm ready
I'm in my bag
Sound like I turned and hit them bitches fast
I
tryna kill me
45 By my side cuz outside its getting chilly
Bring the heat Like a flame to the philly
Bring the pain to my brain light my feelings
Fly away
the house or the car
You can catch me hittin the spliff, sick in the pit
On the fiend like I'm missin my shit, they think I'm crazy
Catch me hittin your
slip
That's one of you rap crews in the lip, huh?
I'm two seconds off, I'm one second lost from the six-pack
Now we put in together, we can all get that
back from Philly
So I was rollin' blunts all day
So I had to get it nigga in the hallway
Nigga I already know I was headed to the top
By 9 o'clock
majority in the case of purely internal
affairs,--
ARTHUR: Be quiet!
DENNIS: --but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more--
ARTHUR: Be quiet! I
I'm a Jake I don't bake a cake
I'm not a cake daddy you know the type be pullin up in a Caddy
With a drop top see when I hoe hop I kick it
around your way
It's been a long time
Long time long time
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Struck by the luck of the draw
Real life preservation
What I'm
the quarter weed over in the Rover nigga
From Philly to where I'm landin I'm a cannon
And I'm on that Philly fire shit
Then I come fully equipped
You try
shit
Tell me it'll be safer to say it in Swahili
They be wheeling you away if you
Say it in South Philly
Look, thirty shots
I'm shootin' to peel his top
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