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to Pittsburgh 
I want to go to Pittsburgh
That’s the place for me

I’ll go take a cookie
A glass of fruit punch
When we’re all done laughing  We’ll have a big

and our pride
We are strong and never fazed
We're Pittsburgh Born and raised
Sing it strong and sing it loud
Of the city we are proud
Raise your glass

the pantry door and glass breaks
A million little pieces that will always remain
In my feet can't walk a street without screaming

You ruined Pittsburgh for me

Yeah (Green Lantern)
It's young Wiz uh huh
A lot of niggas hatin', you know?
It's young Wiz
I'm doing this Pittsburgh shit
Putting it on the map uh

Breakfast in a kitchen plate
Get out just to face the day
Now I'm obsessed
Focused on an object
Focused on a project
More money more problems
But this shit

four my two litre
Run the field like a Pittsburgh Stealer
Ride around with some killers and dealers
Ruth Chris we ain't missing dinners
Four-Five that's

I don't pay for drugs but I get them from a dealer
I might have to move to Pittsburgh because I'm a fucking stealer
Blend in with the night, I'm no

the state
I'm 37,000 feet high
Hitting the top speed every time I swing by
Touchdown in Pittsburgh I feel like Claypool
Whole team eating everybody's plates

Raise your glass up
Raise your glass up
Raise your glass up
Here's to you and I
Raise your glass up
Raise your glass up
Raise your glass up
Here's

[Chorus (x2)]
Don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass house.
Don't, don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass house.
Don't you wanna risk that

dope
But I give 'em something that's better you see I'm dealing hope
So raise a glass and heat up the bread cuz I deserve a toast
See I'm sick and tired

Chick I'm a daddy
Ain't got time to play with kids

I need a plate
I need a Mil/MEAL
I want them Big M&M's (Megamillions)

I want a yacht
I need some

today in Pittsburgh, raindrops fall on my head
See, in Florida the rain doesn't stop
Or it does and then it just starts again
Maybe in school it'd be

a fuck
I’m the king up on this chess board, and that’s why the fuck is up
Repping that Pittsburgh should know our M.O.
Leave em, bruised and blistered

On the Street's I Ran

Morrissey

Ringleader of the Tormentors

2006

Ooh, a working-class face glares back
At me from the glass and lurches, oh
Forgive me, on the street's I ran
Turned sickness into, popular song

this is shark day (whoa)
Whippin' up that glass, sharp plate (huh?)
She gon' shake that ass, Shardai (whoa)
I stay with that bag, Shardai
I stay with

It's hard to remember Pittsburgh properly
It's hard to recall what I did in D.C.
No vivid remembrance of things in L.A.
The times and the places have

fast
Fuck smashing through the glass
Break a neck snap a back
Ring of honor
From the bottom
Im a product of the gods
From the valley of the bullshit
I

(yeah, yeah)
(Uh, huh, Yo)

If you a rat or you a snitch
You shouldn't listen to this
If you ain't talking Pittsburgh
If you ain't mention the prince

If you a rat or you a snitch
You shouldn’t listen to this
If you ain't talking Pittsburgh
If you ain't mention the prince
I'm sick with the spit
You

on my plate
Did it all without getting thank you I'm holding rank, rollin' dank
Porsche Carrera, 9/11, rollerskatin' see the city through my drapes

support
Whippin' the Vespa off of six tequilas
Big Benjamins like the Pittsburgh Steelers
Drake, you got it
Robert Kraft sent the jet for us, that shit

On the Streets I Ran

Morrissey

Ringleader of the Tormentors

2006

Ooh, a working-class face glares back 
At me from the glass and lurches
Oh forgive me, on the street's I ran
Turned sickness into, popular song

me on the plane
Catch me cruising up the West Side
Pittsburgh nigga got it tatted on my chest
The money still green
The bitches still calling
My music