m a second son, I'm second to none Lesson is done, what goes around comes around Suffa's down, and he don't fuck around [Suffa (Pressure):] The Hood
[Suffa:] What's up? You miss us? Mr. Debris say hi... "Hello, hello, hello" "Hello, hello, hello" We are of course representing mighty, mighty Hilltop
DJ Debris:] "Classic example of... " - Q-Tip [Pharoahe Monch:] Now, we bring danger to strangers who claim "to defame the crew! " Pharoahe, Hilltop Hoods
(feat. Trials) [Sample: x2] "I thought we had Such a good thing going, yeah Now the light you burned Is dying out so slowly" [Pressure:] For starters
VERSE 1 PRESSURE Shes young, lithe and homely, wise by no means, Known one guy shes for his eyes and only, Hes a lying phony, leaves crying, lonely, Separates
[Chorus: x16] "Hillatoppa, Hilla, Hilla, Hillatoppa" [Pressure:] My words ring true, so until the end of the marriage Cutting my neck from my back is
[Chorus:] I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped So if you're "just too fucking
what I'm saying like a teleprompter And you could never stop us (fucking posers!) Appetite for destruction like Guns N' Roses We come like Moses, down from the Hilltop
[Pressure:] This will be my last confession This industry can leave harsh impressions I have little faith, forgive me for my past discretions But we live
[Verse 1: Pressure] Early morn, train station, aching from the arthritis This war veteran knows what a hard time is He needs his pension, dementia and
Terror cleared the skyline and anger clouded judgement, so they spent a thousand nghtimes in the desert fighting something that they couldnt find, that
of beefing about what accent they rap with As if it ain't tough enough to come up with a record Just ask the hoods, you really could suffer from the pressure
[Verse 1: Suffa] This is for the hopeless, the homeless, the brokest, the dopest The smokers, the jokers on opiates and coke it's Your choice, I won't
like da,dada,da roll like the credits two of the best to ever edit poetics be the three headed beast from obese come to set it Woah hilltop in your place
rhyme was felt Coast to coast and cut through the Bible belt A tribal yell til the vibe was felt Surviving hell and back man, on every track, man saliva spelt Hilltop
Early morn, train station, aching from the arthritis, This war veteran knows what a hard time is, He needs his pension, dementia and half blind is, The
It's your round dude. It's your round! If ya hangin' at the back of the bar So just bounce! Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car We turn it out! Hilltop
[Verse 1: SUFFA] Im from the city of light with the sky of vanilla known as the city of churchs home of the serial killers and in the summer it feels
