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