Yeah, 1212
Pressure, New York City
Yeah, uh, uh
So fresh an d so clean
Pressure, let you know
How I be slow to listen
Lyrics to your damn dome
Flickin' the phone
I be nigga phone at home
Like E .T. in the damn zone
I'm so hyped in here
You better check it out one time,
I'm rippin' up the microphone
as you fall in time
All for my rhymes and structure,
I'm so damn fine
I release the stress and let
you find yourself
Release the stress from my chest
and then I chill
Check it out, piece of my homie Bill
You know my damn style
as I hold it down
Repeat the beat, beepin' and loud
I release it up into the crowd
Now you jumpin' for joy, now you this loud
In the air, check it one time for your mind
I don't fake no jacks,
I just bring it from the mind
Now tell that snake that
I'm on your end
Let's do it, yo,
then walk that guideboard,
get ice into it
I love the kids, I love my people
And everybody on the block,
yo, we all equal to me
Everybody wanna do they
thing in this shine
Everybody wanna commit
their own crimes
Now you better stop,
put down that damn gun
You is on the run for real,
Check it out, it's all about your strength
And when you want shit,
got the strength, you lift
First man's number,
he still ain't reduced it
Suck more like it, I'll give it but life
When I just released the style, I just bust
And everybody ain't got me, trust
Plots, man, I'm on it
Come on and bring it down