em Put the pressure on em Homie put the pressure on em Put the pressure on em Homie put the pressure on em Cause pressure was fine Pressure was ours [Killer Mike
(feat. Big Pokey, Big Moe, Mike, Breeze) [Big Moe & Mike singing] [H.A.W.K.] One puff two puffs, I'm hooked like handcuffs A thrush and a head rush
for it, images without no coke connect pills We keep it crunk and poppin' real niggaz know the deal We Bad Boys, anywhere we at we smoke and kill You
still fuck in the truck I hold you hostage, corrupt with the bust In the mean streets, stuck in the lust, never trusted in trust When the pressure'
more ugly than Coolio when his hair frizzin My mind's a Warfield like Marsha or Justin Psychosis be exploding by spontaneous combustion (kill all my) Kill
"The last line of defense" [Evidence] Feel the pressure... Yo you better plan ahead, gather your thoughts I'm not gonna be the one wit no chair when
the cuffs, still fuck in the truck I hold you hostage, corrupt with the bust In the mean streets, stuck in the lust, never trusted in trust When the pressure
's dangerous Packed in like a briefcase Rhyth with ral rough rhyme Beats with deep bass Girls with tight pants Maybe they might dance Tonight if the Rs on the mike
s dangerous Packed in like a briefcase Rhyth with ral rough rhyme Beats with deep bass Girls with tight pants Maybe they might dance Tonight if the Rs on the mike
stompin Back and forth on stage while we performin Kick down doors and shatter jaws like porcelin [Verse 1: Canibus] It's all about the Horsemen what! Canibus, Killa
I was out my mind when I trapped off ? aid See, every dime we stuck, they was stole Make most of my money (off where) off Candle Road I gotta kill my pressure
aerobics scanning your microscopic brain got me claustrophobic pillage your rep never step where the pressure was kept telescope placed in my conscious to measure the depth you want to kill
kill emcees I kill the police. I'm really for peace, love and equality, but it seems the police love to follow me, because I' m hiphop. I never felt the pressure
lit? You're playin with fire, don't you know it don't make no sense [Mike G] Yeah Different colors for different brothers That gives no reason to kill
could you ask for mo'? What is they blastin fo'? Lower the casket do' Somebody killed my little homie right in front of the sto' [Mr. Mike] It's like
their face off The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasin brothers The D.A.'s on the roof, tryin to, watch us and knock us And killer coppers
tackle Best to watch back 'cause my razor sharp style grapples MC's With the eagle claw clutch I'm just to much to touch Keep the mike beside me like
Then throw that ass in the fire And ain't no use in askin' me why FUCK YOU! that's my reply Step back from the mike Or I'm snatchin' your lives, right
