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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 young ball |
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From the bottom of the pot, yea 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 rude 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, thats 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 |
