"Philly Mega Mix" lyrics - THE GAME

THE GAME

"Philly Mega Mix"

feat. Black Thought, Diggy, Eve, Fat Joe, Fred The Godson, Jermaine Dupri, Money Malc & Young Chris

[Chorus 1:]
I'll be on that Philly, I'll be on that Philly shit
I'll be on that Philly, I'll be on that Philly shit
I'll be on that Philly, I'll be on that Philly shit
It's South Philly, North-West Philly shit

[Verse 1: Young Chris]
2-1-5, North Philly reside
Gotta deal with D1, got a miliy aside
Take a minute to chill, how the fuck I survive?
Now I'm running my town, nigga, I'll fuck with your pride
Hat low, rare fitted, Six Tray smoke grey
Put these yams back on the block, yeah we a-okay
[?] just a few from the game
And the twins Marcus and Keith taught us two in the lane
Shout the [?] on the stones [?]
And these young bulls no tellin' what they do for the chain
And the latest Aston Martin doin' two and some change
And we got rid of the five to the seven for change

[Verse 2: Eve]
Ayo, I'll be on that Philly shit, original Philly chick
Not the one you bitches should get silly with
Really is the first blonde bomb from the PHI
As she dare a chick to tell her she ain't fly
I drop plenty hits, recognize my brilliance
Still spit fire, just a little more experience
My resilience is something you should learn from
Put your lighters in the air for me, burn one
Yeah, whack bitches, I will burn 'em
Cremate your face, put you in a urn hun
Big bids, don't concern 'em
Got my stripes, bitch, maybe you should earn some

[Verse 3: Black Thought]
Yeah, I'll be on a Philly shit, kill it, Sensimilla shit
Me and my felly too, ain't about the silly shit
How you know you dealin' with who used to keep it chilly with
Pop shit, you could get popped just like a willy get
Yeah, they know the drilly Chris if they wanna start shit
Say it with your chest, your nigga's on that Kevin Hart shit
I'll be at my best, when I'm on a heavy dark shit
Homies off the avenue, you soft in them apartments
Slipping in the darkness, slipping in the cartridge
Catch a nigga slip and leave you dripping like a faucet
Buzzards and them vultures'll picking at your carcass
When you out in Philly you 'ont really want the conflict

[Verse 4: Money Malc]
Money Malc from Jersey, how tonight I'm on that Philly shit
Like my Rose red, ho, that Meek Mill shit (I like my Rose red)
I'm Polo, head to toe so I'm on my fly shit (Fly shit)
I'm Polo, head to toe on that 2-1-5 shit
Chill, foreign whip with Jersey plates in front of Jim Steaks
Met a bitch from Houston, infusion, she go to Penn State (Okay)
You know I scoop her, scrape her, drop her back off (On my Philly shit)
You know the ball keep a bad jump (That's that Philly ship)
I drive by Ms Tootsies then I hit Onyx
I'd rather do Old City I've outgrown [?] (Tell 'em, Malc)
It's real niggas everywhere as well as fuck boys (Yeah)
If they ain't hating, you ain't winning, don't shock boys
City of brotherly love but still keep your strap witcha (Uh-huh)
Who me? I be from a stolen car capital (Yeah)
I was out on the other side of the Ben Franklin
It ain't 'bout Ben Franklins
Hol' up, nigga
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up

[Chorus 2:]
I'll be repping New York, New York, New York
I'll be repping New York, New York, New York
I'll be repping New York, New York, New York
All barrels are sterile, repping New York
I'll be repping New York, New York, New York
I'll be repping New York, New York, New York
I'll be repping New York, New York, New York
All barrels are sterile, fuck you, dork

[Verse 5: Fat Joe]
New York get the money, let's show these niggas how to ball
Got birds dropping out the sky like it's Arkansas
Machiavelli was born, we never had a choice
To have a crack under pressure like the king's voice
Now look at Kim she ain't say shit
Jay made everybody wanna hate Chris
That Willis Reed limpin' on the court
Blood day in that red Panamera Porsche
Guts out like I stole something
Man, I got shots to shade, you wanna own some
Motherfuckers fucking with crack, what they sniffing?
Throw them niggas up in the sky like Blake Griffin

[Verse 6: Fred the Godson]
I'm the one that sold Amari Knicks, [?]
Black Derek Jeter, New York, I'ma carry
I'm fly for real, the blocks what I married
Every cop I try to kill, Larry
Rappers are ransomed, custom model
Cus D'Amato with the mic, I'm better, we ain't a Tyson
Go Freddy, say I'm the town hero
I tower over rappers, this is my ground zero
Yeah, and you niggas is too plain
I sign a slave deal, whips too chains
I pull a willow, fellow thanks
Chris fresh prints, my money fill up banks

[Chorus 2:]
I'll be repping New York, New York, New York
I'll be repping New York, New York, New York
I'll be repping New York, New York, New York
All barrels are sterile, repping New York

[Verse 7: Diggy]
I'll be on in L.A., L.A., half a milli
Hit Chris, he gon' show up to my show with half of Philly
Young niggas know the dilly, [?] smack, niggas silly
Get some tats, now you thinking you a thug like Machiavelli
Oops, I mean Velli, celebs in my celly
If I want it, I can probably take Ashanti away from Nelly
Really I mean really, really I mean really
Let me stop before I see him and he trys to mean grill me
Just half of scene's building, my self-esteem is built
Jeremy Scott with a cream cardigan, yeah
Ladies I like milf, huh, I mean milk
And I'm, don't underestimate my life, bitch

[Chorus 3:]
I'm on that Atlanta, I'm on that Atlanta shit
I'm on that Atlanta, I'm on that Atlanta shit
I'm on that Atlanta, I'm on that Atlanta shit
I'm on that Atlanta, I'm on that Atlanta shit
A-town, south-west, eastside Atlanta, bitch

[Verse 8: Jermaine Dupri]
4-0-4, North side I reside
Only nigga in the city low going and ride
[?] got them Polos on
Hartsfield, just landed, motherfucker, I'm home
I'm the maddest, bitch, I beat that bar
And we ready it like my nigga passes the truck
I got that Waka Flocka bumpin', hot 'stang in the streets
From Lex Luger drama came, this that home, Murda Beatz
Can't forget about Polo and that Bangladesh
My nigga [?], oh, nigga, we the best
I don't give a fuck where I'm at, I don't care about who I'm with
Just know I'm on that A-town shit!

[Chorus 4]
I'll be on a Cali, I'll be on a Cali shit
I'll be on a Cali, I'll be on a Cali shit
I'll be on a Cali, I'll be on a Cali shit
I'll be on a Cali, I'll be on a Cali shit
Best weed, best weather, and the baddest, bitch
I'll be on a Cali, I'll be on a Cali shit
I'll be on a Cali, I'll be on a Cali shit
I'll be on a Cali, I'll be on a Cali shit
I'll be on a Cali, I'll be on a Cali shit
Best weed, best weather, and the baddest, bitch

[Verse 9: The Game]
Shouts Louboutin, I be rapping Philly, niggas know what I mean
Philadelphia fitted, and it ain't for the team
Me and young Chris, Deshaun Jackson, and Vick
He in Philly with a can and I'm from West Side, trick
I'll be repping L.A, smoke La, yeah, L.A
Get on my white boy shit, my DCs like Wale
Rose Phantom valet, goons in the alley
All I do is win like Khaled out in Cali
Riding with a dime like she related to Halle
Tiptoeing on the show, yeah nigga, ballet
King of my circumference, nigga, I'm from Compton
Boy get out of line, carve its face like a pumpkin
Always into something, boy up to no good
My generation ain't having that, we at the show Suge
I be sittin' lowkey, smoking by the oak tree
But when I'm in New York I go harder than Charles Oakley
Dark tinted Oakleys, all black Kobe's
Ferrari lime green like the lizard on the SoBe
And nah nah nah, I ain't trippin' off no old beef
For being riches, Illuminati sent me where Hove be

[Outro:]
I'll be on that Philly, I'll be on that Philly shit
I'll be repping New York, New York, New York
I'll be on a Kelly, I'll be on a Kelly shit
Philly, Philly, New York, New York, Kelly, A-Town
I'll be on that Philly, I'll be on that Philly shit
I'll be repping New York, New York, New York
I'll be on a Kelly, I'll be on a Kelly shit
Philly, Philly, New York, New York, Kelly, A-Town
I'll be on that Philly, I'll be on that Philly shit
I'll be on that Philly, I'll be on that Philly shit
I'll be on that Philly, I'll be on that Philly shit
It's South Philly, North-West Philly shit
I'll be on that Philly, I'll be on that Philly shit
I'll be on that Philly, I'll be on that Philly shit
I'll be on that Philly, I'll be on that Philly shit
It's South Philly, North-West Philly shit

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