| With the hunger of a Chris Wallace back in '94
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| I like to welcome y’all to rock with PG’s youngest ball
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| From the bottom of the pot, yeah I’m the Pitts of the Burgh
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| With the kids on the curb, and small time, is pitching the herb
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| I’m back, and those who didn’t previously know what i’m crack
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| To the people, I’m legalized the lethal
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| We all got problems involving the root of evil
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| But they caught me non-dodging, long arming the people, yup!
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| And for the record, I ain’t no half stepper
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| I rose from the city of steel, the streets greedy for real
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| Cats chasing their paper, that’s basic
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| Mathematics, hate to run the streets but took a staff at it
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| As I look back at hard it seems
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| I remember when this music thing was all but a dream
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| But I’m here for my city
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| And can’t name no one that’s near fucking with me
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| I’m 'bout to make history |