Home Of Philly - Beanie Sigel, Young Chris

Rule number one, keep them gloves on you

Loading up that biscuit, fuck all that print shit

So when you «shoot» you won’t go down to district

Keep a loaded revolver that save a lot of problems

I know shells walk with you

Look, let me talk with you Young

Always steered you strong dawg

Never wrong dawg

You told me way back then you’d put me on dawg

And I stood tall dawg

Shit, like city hall dawg

The city’s our’s dawg

See them Bentley’s?

Ours dawg

Look at Free, he going dawg

Tell Neef «C'mon dawg»

You gon' be to me like Cease could’ve been a Big

Like Sauce should’ve been a Jay

For Cee across the bridge

That’s how it is

That’s how it go, any problems with that kid

Tell a nigga what it is

Young Chris tell them niggas how we live

Where the fiends on every corner

(Dope heads on every other)

The jails got all the fathers

(The coke got all the mothers y’all)

Baby on one «shoot»

(Dope up in the other arm)

Another crack baby born

(They've got us trapped crazy y’all)

The home of Philly where they cook out everyday

(Raid the block every other)

The hustlers on every corner

(The cops on every other y’all)

Niggas will «shoot»

(And think nothing of it ch’all)

Bodies every other y’all

(But we gotta love it ch’all

The home of Philly)

I know you just lost your homie Chris that nigga was your heart

Yup, just like a brother

One of my littlest homie’s mayne

Many of 'em phony mayne

But Chris you play smart

Words from my homie, didn’t mean to leave you lonely Scrap

Let him rest in peace Chris

Just protect his peeps Chris

I rest with heat so you’ll never catch me sleep

up the streets I’ma rep it till we meet still

Puffing off the 'dro still, sexing all the freaks

They like it when it’s me

But they love it when it’s both y’all

They love us both dawg

And we know you love 'em most dawg

Shit, ain’t been the same since he left out the hood

Told you, lay y’all for good

Watch a lot of niggas change Chris

Time to make that change Chris

What, get up out the hood?

Yup

The only thing can’t trust nobody with them thangs now

Gotta keep them thangs down now

Chris, I ain’t trying to change you I’m just sharing game

Get stuck up in the street dawg, we running with the fame

I’m telling you some true shit

Shit it ain’t no new shit it’s rules to the game

I’m just following the Blueprint

And correction ain’t punishment dawg, don’t be stupid

Mack, you know what’s a shame?

I ain’t new to the game but my pop’s was a lame

Couldn’t school me to the game

Had to pick up on my brother and his gang

Chris what you saying?

I was born through the same

Dynasty, track sixteen, daddy where you been?

Still sharp as steel dawg, I’ma keep you sharp

Catch more flies with honey dawg, then you do with salt

Mack I’m taking heed with everything

But don’t believe in everything

That’s what I’m saying dawg, now we seeing clear

Believe half of what you see and none of what you hear