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s.m. luke - 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 shit up like it’s jackson
cats with a past, down for some action
hit on the pitch and swing with a p-ssion
cashin’ out down on p-ssyunk
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 shit’s worth repeatin’
i guess that shit’s worth repeatin’
i guess that shit’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-tch, 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 death
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 g-y 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 fuck 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 c-m 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 shit, bring that noise
rowdy ladies, raunchy boys
put ya drinks up, slam that down
light ya dutch up, p-ss my crown
215 shit, bring that noise
rowdy ladies, raunchy boys
put ya drinks up, slam that down
light ya dutch up, p-ss 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 shit 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 shit 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 shit
west side, on with that fly shit
north philly, stunt in the ride shit
south philly, ride till we die on…

[chorus]

215 shit, bring that noise
raunchy ladies, rowdy boys
put ya drinks up, slam that down
light ya dutch up, p-ss my crown
215 shit, bring that noise
raunchy ladies, rowdy boys
put ya drinks up, slam that down
light ya dutch up, p-ss my crown

- s m luke lyrics

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