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Eve feat. Beanie Siegal - Philly, Philly (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eve
Eve
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eve
Eve
Composer
Beanie Sigel
Beanie Sigel
Composer
Kasseem Dean
Kasseem Dean
Composer
Darrin Dean
Darrin Dean
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Theis
Chris Theis
Recording Engineer
Rich Keller
Rich Keller
Mixing Engineer
Kasseem Dean
Kasseem Dean
Producer

Lyrics

Beanie Siegal, Philly is where I'm from We from P H I L A, period PA, 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 An' a thousands bars that I roam the Reservoir with Dogs Show the world what 'Crew Love' was about Drop adrenaline, 4, 5, 6, I show them what a thug was about I know you love flossin' wit X, bustin' them checks Gettin' 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 I'm gon' walk 'til I see how these fleas' gon' feel When I come through wit the whip with the bee's on the wheel Burgundy thing, cream gut, cherry wood Steerin' 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 seein' us Grammy night? Let me tell you, a bunch of if, ands an' mights Billboard charts, source ad an' mics An' 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 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 No doubt we represent P H I L A, period E V E, period, fuck wit Beanie, period We gon' hold it down for Illdelph for life Came through made a name, nigga nailed it tight An' now we shine, been knew, shit, it was about time Switched from streets, the 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 an' they screamin' loud, Philly the shit Roc-a-fella rap guerrilla, blond bombshell bitch I Ruff Ryde, take your mind, shit, you doin' the same Work hard, now the streets stay shoutin' 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 an' we gon' ball in a minute 'Cause anything we want, we gon' have on our plate Matter of time before we killed, the beans, it was our fate An' cats were stressed, gave it all they expected less Disrespect, take it back to the hood, protect your chest Try to break us but we broke through, got the job done That's what's up? Runnin' shit, now tell 'em 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 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 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
Writer(s): Eve Jeffers, Darrin Dean, Kasseem Dean, Dwight Grant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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