Intro

With the hunger of Chris Wallace back in '94

I like to welcome y'all to rock with PG's youngest ball

From the bottom of the pot, Young the Pitts of the Burgh

With the kids on the curb, and small time is pitchin' 'em herb

I'm back and for those who previously didn't know what I'm crack

To the people, I'm legalized the lethal

We all got problems involving the root of evil

But they call me non-dodging, and long arming the people, yup

And for the record, I ain't no half stepper

I rose from the city of steel, the streets greedy for real

Cats chasing their paper, that's basic mathematics

Hate to run the streets but took a stab at it

As I look back at it, hard as it seems

I remember when this music thing was all but a dream

But I'm here for my city

And can't name no one that's near fucking with me

I'm out to make history