Intro

With the hunger of a Chris Wallace back in '94 I like to welcome y'all to rock with PG's youngest 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 root 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 fucking with me I'm 'bout to make history