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, thats 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 f**king with me
I`m `bout to make history