verse 1 niggaz is puppets for the public.- i inhale helium. trying to rise above it.- So tell me how you see'in'em! I rose to thee occasion.- & before tigga, i brought flows from the basement.- whose in my way? nelly, nas or jay? i came to take the spot. like it or not- Watch! time is money & im raceing the clock.- soo much talent in the streetz, had me chaseing the bloc.- so i left dope alone, the stroll & the gunz.- concentrated on rap & stacking my 1's- (What the fuck!) Who's this keep yellin pac's name? like his blood run sraight thru yall veins- it's just a gateway for y'all to get more fans- no gimmicks wit mine & for a limited time,- i'll let yall shine, then darken your career- what's the past is the past (dude)this is my year.(move!) make way for the king of detroit city- not royce da 5'9" nor marshall it's me. Phillies!- a thousand pair's of eye's could'nt see phillies- & even if i'm soning you, can't be phillies!- (Hook) Who R U? hustla, thief or crook?- rapper, gun clapper? take another look- what you think you see aint what you see!- regaurdless! money is thee objection. no question- (repeat) Verse 2 niggaz is gased up. fantasy living- listen it's way too hot in here. stay out the kitchen!- im seriuos man. how you gon play wit the system? Get'cha grams up! acting like you're the victim- you ain't paid dues. you sitting on yor ass @ home- while niggaz like me my niggaz carry the load? they say one gets what one deserves.- your crew a charity case. i'm action without words- i'm stevie franchies. i see through these rap guys- i'm eating eating mc's. you're reeses pieces in snack size- can't ignor what phillies bring to the table- it's cooked & ready to serve. i've put in work for my label- i feel i deserve, to be one of raps elite- my spots reserved, but first,I'll capture the streetz!- there ain't a nigga in the D causing havoc but me- if it ain't dough? don't matter to me!- i'm aiming for the top! you a step latter to me- they know P from the block! i'll shatter you're screen- lil wanna be's. CD thugs on T.V.- i'm bringing the whole Motor city wit me. (it's phillies!)- (Hook) Verse 3 Rage! silent murders cock the guage! blaze the phill- i'm & watch me spit venom in here- my alliance when i'm writing's my pen. this life of sin? got me clutching gats, wit the law on my back- i'm wildin! like teenager filled with anger- belle island! where you would be sure to find danger- i came up wit thugs even them murder mommies- they all posse. want beef? they all got me- yo crew sloppy. pussy probably, killumanati! - you can't stop me. the best you can do is copy.- or six-shot me! further more, i play the boss- my reptoire's :what ever want, i can get it!- P babe the illest. flow sickest- use less metaphore's than most niggaz. so nigga!_ i'm still touching the streetz & all of yo niggaz- i'm a pro! spittin or chrome? go figure.- you live? it's only gon get you ghost quicker- & i heard you in the studio. sweet? your flow's bitter- ain't no nigga like the one you got here! so vigor. i got it locked here!- the buck stops here. we run blocks here- hit clubs they throw they hands up, like the cops here!- from east 2 west coast, i spit so rediculous- spaecial deliver this shit, like st. nichoalas- conspicuous. you just made my shit-list- breath on'em! triple team on'em!- leave you leanin on ya man's. see how much you bleed on'em- then, cut off his arms. make short-sleeves on'em- talk slick get dealt wit! easy! believe me phillies- run the city. who wit me?-