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