Yeah!   I'm from the illest part of the Western Hemisphere   So if you into sightseein', don't visit there   It's somewhere between Jersey and Delaware   Philly never scared and them niggers ain't timid there   Them young triggers lose lives by the minute there   It might start, but the fight never finish there   They all fucked up, tryin' to get the gingerbread   A few stacks be the price for a nigger head   Cops and robbers, cowboys and Indians   Clips and revolvers, and Georges and Benjamins   A celebration of the loss of your innocence   To your old self, you lost any resemblance   They say the city make a dark impression   The youth just lost and they want direction   But they don't get the police   They get the protection   And walk around with heat   Like Charlton Heston      It's in the music   Turn it up, let it knock   Let it bang on the block   'Til the neighbors call the cops   The cops gon' come   But they ain't gonna do shit   They don't want no problems   What, are y'all stupid?   It's all in the music   It's all in the music   It's all in the music   It's all in the music      It's in the music   Turn it up, let it knock   Let it bang on the block   'Til the neighbors call the cops   The cops gon' come   But they ain't gonna do shit   They don't want no problems   What, are y'all stupid?   It's all in the music   It's all in the music   It's all in the music   It's all in the music      It's kinda ill   How we grip these bitches   In the Bonneville   It's kind of a thrill   My mind it will spill   My nine, it will kill   Of course, bro, like crossbow   I bring the force though   Hittin' your guts   Splittin' your torso   It's colder than the North Pole   Livin' unlawful   I'm givin' you a jawful   Of somethin' awful   Yo, my theoretic is leaded   Will come and set it   The shit bang and leave you diabetic   For paramedics   I spit flames and get dames   To get change   With pitbull bark    And lock the shock   Don't bother me, och   Don't you dare lie to me, och   I don't know who this nigger that you try to be, och   Benefit of doubt   Had me think you in it for clout   Big shit, sent it for route   And finish him out   Joints stiff from rigor mortis   While we swimmin' in waters   Women with daughters   Will have us niggers   Sinnin' with orders      It's in the music   Turn it up, let it knock   Let it bang on the block   'Til the neighbors call the cops   The cops gon' come   But they ain't gonna do shit   They don't want no problems   What, are y'all stupid?   It's all in the music   It's all in the music   It's all in the music   It's all in the music      It's in the music   Turn it up, let it knock   Let it bang on the block   'Til the neighbors call the cops   The cops gon' come   But they ain't gonna do shit   They don't want no problems   What, are y'all stupid?   It's all in the music   It's all in the music   It's all in the music   It's all in the music