[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 passion

Cashin' out down on Passyunk

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 bitch, 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 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 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 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 shit, bring that noise

Rowdy ladies, raunchy boys

Put ya drinks up, slam that down

Light ya Dutch up, pass my crown

215 shit, bring that noise

Rowdy ladies, raunchy boys

Put ya drinks up, slam that down

Light ya Dutch up, pass 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, pass my crown

215 shit, bring that noise

Raunchy ladies, rowdy boys

Put ya drinks up, slam that down

Light ya Dutch up, pass my crown