With the hunger of Chris Wallace
back in '94
I like to welcome y'all to rock
with Peachie's youngest boy
From the bottom of the pot
yeah the Pitts of the Burgh
With kids on the curb
and small time is pitching the herb
I'm back
and for those who previously didn't 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 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