if you're on the block
you better watch your back
some one might sneek up
thirsty for what you have
you ride around on a little bike
casting your lot around
philadelphia, you got it on lockdown
but theres no way that this atmosphere
wont corrode with fear
on those milky nights
you're spending with that bike
my man what was that sound
stratching the walls around
your hear is hanging down
you know that its just a trick of light
the days and nights that crowd up your sun
philadelphia, philadelphia
aint it funny how times can change
arrangements re-arrange
the man you trust with your life
is looking at you sideways now
in a week you'll be off the street
a coup with the cops and the beats
my man you were slipping up
you know its all over now
the days turn dark and streetlights come on
philadelphia, philadelphia