[Intro]
Yeah… Philly nights cold as fuck, breath fog in the air,
West side corners, they just post up and stare.
North side blocks where they don’t fight fair,
Germantown alleys got death in the air.
[Verse 1]
Yo, George and Lenny, two broke-ass dudes,
Bags on they back, both scarred from the moves.
West Philly streets where they slang and rob,
Dream of gettin’ out, maybe start a legit job.
George got brains, all hustle, all grit,
But Lenny got size, and he don’t know shit.
Big body tank, mind slow as hell,
Strong as a beast, but he can’t even spell.
The block don’t love you, it’ll chew you up quick,
Fiends nod off, and the dealers get rich.
Shots ring out near the SEPTA stop,
And every other wall got a face they popped.
[Chorus]
Dreams in the gutter, pain in the rain,
City full of killers and they all know your name.
Money and fame, but it come with a price,
Bet your last breath just to live that life.
Dreams in the gutter, pain in the rain,
City full of killers and they all know your name.
West to North, then we slide through the Town,
Whole fuckin’ city like a battleground.
[Verse 2]
Curley’s the block boss, lil’ man with pride,
Stay strapped heavy, got a short-ass stride.
His chick flirtin’, eyes on Lenny’s frame,
But Lenny just slow, don’t know the game.
Backroom shit turned wild, she screamed,
Lenny’s big hands crushed her like a dream.
Snapped her neck quick, panic in his eyes,
In this cold-ass city, you don’t get a second try.
George heart poundin’, “We gotta move fast,”
Word on the block? That shit spread fast.
Curley loadin’ up with his goon squad boys,
Big guns, hollow tips, and a thirst for noise.
[Chorus]
Dreams in the gutter, pain in the rain,
City full of killers and they all know your name.
Money and fame, but it come with a price,
Bet your last breath just to live that life.
Dreams in the gutter, pain in the rain,
City full of killers and they all know your name.
West to North, then we slide through the Town,
Whole fuckin’ city like a battleground.
[Bridge]
Germantown nights, gunshots in the air,
This city don’t love you, it don’t fight fair.
George knew Lenny wouldn’t make that run,
One prayer, one shot, and it had to be done.
[Verse 3]
North Philly trenches, Broad Street grime,
This life don’t care, it just eat your time.
George still dream of a house, some land,
Sun on his face, dirt in his hands.
But Philly don’t sleep, every night’s a war,
Shooters in the cut, fiends on the floor.
They came with hope, but that shit got robbed,
Another sad story where the city stayed mobbed.
[Chorus]
Dreams in the gutter, pain in the rain,
City full of killers and they all know your name.
Money and fame, but it come with a price,
Bet your last breath just to live that life.
Dreams in the gutter, pain in the rain,
City full of killers and they all know your name.
West to North, then we slide through the Town,
Whole fuckin’ city like a battleground.
Denway