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All in My Blood (Pittsburg Sound) [Main Version]
by Wiz Khalifa
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Yea
Its Wiz Khalifa man
Its that 412
I got that Pittsburgh sound
Around these parts
I'm known as the youngest in charge
My shit bang out the trunk of your car
Its the cities 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 you would call em a thug
But I'm a hustler its 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 its a shame y'all not
You a lame put your brain on pot
Leave you wet like the rain y'all drop
I'm gon' rock and I ain't gon' stop, nigga
[Chorus]
Who's the kid spittin' flames
Changin' the game
His name, its wiz khalifa man
From the home of the brick
Where they know for the cake
The place, that steel city damn
I got that Pittsburgh sound
And Imma always hold pittsburgh down
Its Wiz Khalifa man
You cant tell by now
Pittsburgh Imma swell my town
That steel city damn
Roll rubber you don't know who you dealin' with
Oh so innocent but flows so billigant
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 niggas wit hammers
Yea that's wat I call a steal curtain
I handle my time and still work it
Put in work couple mil. worth in
And I'm from Pittsburgh where the green
And the eatin' is good
Where the fiends do everything in the hood
Everyday is like a war so my soldiers ride fatiguesin the hood
And we gettin' all the green like we should
You know yea
[Chorus]
Yea
Its Wiz Khalifa man
Its that 412
I got that Pittsburgh sound
Around these parts
I'm known as the youngest in charge
My shit bang out the trunk of your car
Its the cities 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 you would call em a thug
But I'm a hustler its 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 its a shame y'all not
You a lame put your brain on pot
Leave you wet like the rain y'all drop
I'm gon' rock and I ain't gon' stop, nigga
[Chorus]
Who's the kid spittin' flames
Changin' the game
His name, its wiz khalifa man
From the home of the brick
Where they know for the cake
The place, that steel city damn
I got that Pittsburgh sound
And Imma always hold pittsburgh down
Its Wiz Khalifa man
You cant tell by now
Pittsburgh Imma swell my town
That steel city damn
Roll rubber you don't know who you dealin' with
Oh so innocent but flows so billigant
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 niggas wit hammers
Yea that's wat I call a steal curtain
I handle my time and still work it
Put in work couple mil. worth in
And I'm from Pittsburgh where the green
And the eatin' is good
Where the fiends do everything in the hood
Everyday is like a war so my soldiers ride fatiguesin the hood
And we gettin' all the green like we should
You know yea
[Chorus]
