With the hunger of a Chris Wallace back in '94

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

From the bottom of the pot, yea I'm the Pitts of the Burgh

With the kids on the curb, and small time, is pitching the herb

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

To the people, I'm legalized the lethal

We all got problems involving the rude of evil

But they caught me non-dodging, 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 staff at it

As I look back at hard 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 'bout to make history