Pittsburgh Sound

It's Wiz Khalifa man (yea, yea) It's that 412 shit! I got that Pittsburgh Sound Let's get it [Verse 1 - Wiz Khalifa] Around these parts I'm known as the youngest in charge My tracks bang out the trunk of your car It's the city's known rap spitta Semi blown clack niggas Skin and bones but really known as that nigga I'm known to chase the bucks Grind to get my paper up In the studio writin rhymes 'til the paper crunch I'm not the type that u would call em a thug But I'm a hustler, it's all in my blood So if its all for the cheese then I'm in it My screws kinda loose so I ease to the finish I hop up in the coupe feel the breeze while I'm in it Blowin smoke up out the roof from the trees that I'm spliffin Youngin got the game on lock I'm on top, it's a shame y'all not You a lame put your brain on pot Leave you wet like the rain y'all drop I'm gonna rock and I ain't gonna stop ..... nigga [Hook] Changin the game Spittin that flame His name, it's Wiz Khalifa man Hustlin 24/7 Ask him how I do it I tell em (what you tell em) (its all in my blood) I got that Pittsburgh sound And I'mma always hold Pittsburgh down Its Wiz Khalifa man Don't know about you, bra But I'm a hustla; it's all in my blood [Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa] Roll rubber you don't know who you dealin with Oh so innocent but flows so diligent My spit games like a .44 killin shit Know your man warm but the young ball killin shit Realist shit and your main wife dig me Game try and hit me Kick game like 50 Cent Niggas wanna play games I quickly Mob with a squad that will bang y'all wit me And they want the kid still hurtin Hundred brothas wit hammers Yea that's what I call a steel curtain I handle my time and still work it Put in work couple mill worth in And I'm from Pittsburgh where the green And the eatin is good And the fiends do everything in the hood Everyday is like a war so my soldiers ride fatigues in the hood And we gettin all the green like we should You know yea [Hook] [Verse 3 - Wiz Khalifa] I'm from the home of the great Where they known for the cake Where the money stackin up Hundred chrome to ya face U could step out of line nigga Thrown in the place That's why my homies say Its what eva when eva I flow so hard and I spit so sick I got all of these rap niggas on my dick And I can't beef on to heaven, no throw shit And that's word to the Philly guys, spliff [Hook]