Lyrics:

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