IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN WEST PHILADELPHIA I WAS GANG RAISED ON THE STOOP IS WHERE I SMACK TALKED MOST OF MY DAYS BLAZING, RAZING, NOT DOIN' CHORES AND BLARING RAP MUSIC AS LOUD AS I COULD WHEN A CAR PULLED UP, DIDN'T LOOK GOOD ROLLED DOWN ITS WINDOW AND LIT UP THE HOOD MY SISTER, MY MOTHER ALL PERISHED THERE AND THERE WASN'T A PIG TO HELP US ANYWHERE