we all reppin PA, dis is life in Pitt. and Philly.. holla back

(genicide)
Yo me dubz scrappy and don reppin the keystone state
lucky to survive ur first year, highest infant mortality rate
We got the three rivers and bitch that’s were we will dump ya body
Pistolvania you got us laying back on the steel mills sippin bacardi
And we got the hardest spitters.. Nigga you know we will merk ya
If you ever wanna step to PA again… us four we will hurt ya..
Me and scrappy repping the black and gold till the die we die
And Homewood that’s the real ghetto and nigga that aint no lie
Soo if you ever walking around Pitt at night be afraid of the dark
We’re the best to come out of Pitt since them bitches the clarks
We all just ripped this track.. And we will be coming again
Whenever ur in pa watch ur back and remember the name gen

(hook)
keep ya ass in new york cause pa the real place…
we got the rap cats and even birthplace a the best race…
all these bitches make me sick a disgrace…
cause we all keeping up tha real pace…

(scrappy)
I reppin the Burg, walkin down tha streets in the black n gold
Wit a Glock 47 in my pocket, on Cavitt Avenue standin tall n bold
Were we all cold, cold enuff we gotz tha P-P-D to shiver
New boys get punked, shot, bodies found in the 3 rivers
In tha dark you see black figures, creepn at night
Keep ya doors locked, windows shut and sleep wit a night light
Me and my bois is Blood hungry, flyn around like louse’s
And everyday me and my homies take a trip to the court houses
Pittsburgh, and we all stay exercising the 2nd ammendment
Gangz all in the clubs, to throw their shit up and representin
We kill wit no repent, and don’t stop poppn to no extent
Youll know when u see one of us cause we talk wit a accent
If ya ever around, stop in Penn Hills, where my shots are heard
Where I leave faces blurred after a fight just occurred
Come down here bitch, me and my boys gonna let rockets deploy
Step up Fagget and watch your crew get destroyed

keep ya ass in new york cause pa the real place…
we got the rap cats and even birthplace a the best race…
all these bitches make me sick a disgrace…
cause we all keeping up tha real pace…

(don)
Forget that im’a drive ya down ta south phili…
Rome’s built on 8 mounds but this place aint hilly…
We got the do gooders old timers and even real gangsters…
You want drugs 40’s bitches take your ass to weside praksters…
No shootings only thing we tossin up is pasta…
To the talkers and big dealers we got a word for them bata…
No shootings no lootings jus cleaned up and organized…
A little old country cut out in new like it circumsized…
The world now is automied and full a lies…
Walk down to 9’th street take a look at simple lives…
Cause only one way to spell it…
The dons gulianis worst nightmare hed tell it…
Organized hits,flips, and overnight trips to jersey…
Give F.B.I. tips wooden bat’ll make ya spine curvy…
But no worries cause we watched ova criminals here civilized…
Don’t come here to start shit cause we got hidden ties…
Our race becoming minimized givin lives all at the set of Rocky…
Here your “pimps” would be the men built stocky…
Take a walk to market street stink of hangin up meat…
Old 30’s wed have cops walkin the beat…
7’th street Philie’s stadium and the first union…
but take a right to weside if u looking for a shootin…

keep ya ass in new york cause pa the real place…
we got the rap cats and even birthplace a the best race…
all these bitches make me sick a disgrace…
cause we all keeping up tha real pace…

(e-dubz)
im reppin philly where da pistol seekin, kids dont go trick or treatin
they get tricked fo treatin, kids get even believe they leave u bleedin
weakest niggas left layin, hardest niggas still sprayin, E neva get slayed
bitches on the corner livin off they last buck, trickin to get the rent paid
so many cops the block is boilin, food is spoilin, pot left the oil in
slangin crack on the dirty block, cops roll up leave ur face wit soil in
packin gats, smackin wit macks leavin the wackest niggas in a coffin
six feet deep wit nine shells lodged in yo chest, blood u’ll be coughin
there be girls 15, three months pregnant, niggas talkin bout an abortion
tryin to get by, makin money on the streets till they caught..... extortion
da 2-1-5 is on da map believe philly comin hard... makin a big distortion
livin life on da edge wit six hoes in da bed, screamin “let me give head”
roll into da hood, six foot niggas leave u fallin wish u was “gratefully dead”

keep ya ass in new york cause pa the real place…
we got the rap cats and even birthplace a the best race…
all these bitches make me sick a disgrace…
cause we all keeping up tha real pace…

holy shyt that was a dope open mic thats pretty much all i can say it had lots of feelling good emotion's and hot word play..

dope collab peeps

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uppin this for feedback leave some on here

you'll could of let me get up on this.....

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Blue Print

B.P.

shit was tight good job to all 8/10

daclassic. i from pa? wut part?

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philly

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Blue Print

B.P.

^if i would of known that, u could of got in this fam

uppin for some feedback..

it's cool ya' mean...good drop...

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Blue Print

B.P.

lets get some feedback on dis shit

Damn....iam from Harrisburg PA, & Brooklyn...i stay at these two places(whadd bout me) ....lol...anyways...Hott open mic from all you the hook was nice to and had some nice wordplay also...good job guys...keep up tha good work...

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Wicked One vs C-Bo

this was tyt so i would give this an 8/10