Lazy Jay - 215 lyrics

[Intro Verse] "What's good?" was the question Tell 'em tuck the chains in your chest and Peeps wanna sleep on Steve like the Westin Rip if the script is cheap or investin' Philly on the grind, our boys get it crackin' Might light sh** up like it's Jackson Cats with a past, down for some action Hit on the pitch and swing with a pa**ion Cashin' out down on Pa**yunk Grow from row homes to mansions Get it from our mom, we're homegrown and handsome Flow on hostage, throw up the ransom Dancin' up, 2 Streetin' With a strong disdain for the weaklin's Spit that heat or stick with that freakin' So I guess that sh**'s worth repeatin' I guess that sh**'s worth repeatin' I guess that sh**'s worth repeatin'... [Verse 1] I was in the 215 It was 5 on 1, made it through alive Never did cry, never lose my stride If a dude acts b**h, just ruins the vibe Full cup, got juice for 5 All my boys on 1, kept 2 on the side Still been fly, shotgun in the ride Or getting brain, left lane, North 95 Nicetown to the streets in the West While ya stunt in the cut, feel that beat in your chest Catch fade in the place where the Prince been Fresh A little something to sweat, rep hard to the d**h Set it off like Kane til' there ain't nothing left Bank roll on check, ill chain on my neck Never cared for the fame but retain respect Showin' out like the Linc, blowin up like the Vet, yes I'm from the city of LOVE Little brother to the game, give my haters a hug Got me saving me gay rap like I'm sent from above Homicide on the mic like I bled in my gloves I'm that boss dude steppin' on dub Ever since 83, been fresher than Dove Rap like the days with the Roc in the club So f** going pop, I want props from thugs [Bridge] We're born red, birth suit and then some Birds gear Somebody trynna disrespect, they got some nerve here I'm cum laude, you're a junior on some third year We need half a reason, better get ya words clear Born and raised might've grazed but kept my roots down We on that Meek, Beans, Eve, we in that Roots town Fever kinda ill, better keep my cool now Known for being chill, bout to act a fool now [Chorus] 215 sh**, bring that noise Rowdy ladies, raunchy boys Put ya drinks up, slam that down Light ya Dutch up, pa** my crown 215 sh**, bring that noise Rowdy ladies, raunchy boys Put ya drinks up, slam that down Light ya Dutch up, pa** my crown [Verse 2] Yeah we in the 215 What you know bout this when the crews collide Dudes been sly, but when the truth arrives Better ask bout Ciz, no sh** to hide And who are you, where do you reside? What's your life-line dude, how do you survive? How you get by? Who's your main provide? Never come for the truth when you're living a lie Real talk, dude you can't deny Who the truth in the booth with proof supplied This the sh** that we do and we don't even try If my city ain't raw then somebody been lyin' Yeah, that home of the live sh** West side, on with that fly sh** North Philly, stunt in the ride sh** South Philly, ride till we die on... [Chorus] 215 sh**, bring that noise Raunchy ladies, rowdy boys Put ya drinks up, slam that down Light ya Dutch up, pa** my crown 215 sh**, bring that noise Raunchy ladies, rowdy boys Put ya drinks up, slam that down Light ya Dutch up, pa** my crown