Pressure &Suffa
Oi P it's your round
Na it's your round
Oi it's your f**king round man I got the last f**king round
Hey you still owe me five anyway bro You get the round
F**k It's your round dude
Pressure &Suffa
It's your round if you're hanging at the back of the bar
So just bounce like you're banging in the back of your car
We turn it out Hilltop we've been down since
Back in the days I'm the clown prince
It's your round if you're hanging at the back of the bar
So just bounce like you're banging in the back of your car
We turn it out Hilltop we've been down since
Back in the days when I was a teenager
Suffa
First up on the dolcet tones of the Gravy Bone Project
Suffa MC came to take you home
I drip lyrics like spits spit lyrics like drips
In the arms I'll lick ya spirit with my miracle whip
Whip cause what I'm hearing's all s**t on the lyrical tip
Na I ain't feeling ya kid we gave you
Something to jock but it wasn't no thing
Like bobby gave Whitney a rock but it wasn't no ring
Drinks party
And I'm a keep at 'em crossing my fingers that eve
Says keep Adam I'm going down on Louise
And I'm a wreak havoc little man with a big pen
I got dirty habits like a nun in a pig pen
Like drinking smoking cursing sucking
Titties representing the city that I grew up in
We laid the path so you got a way in
It's Hilltop we're three stars like a Holiday Inn
Pressure
Next up when I get loose with no fail
Appealing like the naked truth and the truth is for sale
So when I leave yo you're f**king with my pride I don't see though
Typical MC my nuts don't match the size of my ego
I seize an opportunity cause they don't linger
The glass ain't half empty it's half full that's why I'm a table drinker
Think your on Pressure's level Only thing tight bro
That you might show is dressed in several of your wife's clothes
An arrogant f**ker damaging suckers masterfully
If I married your mother you still wouldn't be half of me
You should run from me f**k battling ain't nothing sweet
'Cause I won't beat you to the punch I'll punch you to the beat
Don't get offended by the rubbish that we pump in the street
My foots always in my mouth I just can't stomach defeat
I'm a master these until it's hard to breath
It's Hilltop we're the first to come last to leave
Suffa &Pressure
Man I'm smooth like Marlon Brando at thirty
At my peak like Marlon Brando at fifty
And I'm fat like Marlon Brando at seventy
F**k it no MC can ever better me
No one man
And half the time half my crew could drink the bar
And half these cats ain't half of what they think they are
We independent I'd sign on the line
The day me giving you the finger is a sign of the times
Their rhymes are designed to dis us but why dis us
I don't rewind to try to find disses
Man I just recline and mind my business
And I think in lines in rhymes the rhyme stitches
Up the minds of the lines of dimes and fine
I pen letters that kill
They stab ya neck with a feather until you've bled in my quill
This veteren's ill thinking you can better my skill
You need medicine chill a Pressure vendettas for real
