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Pressure Drop Take My Hand

Have a taste of freedom food Do you have another my friend? To protect the lost from where they hide Searching for the key inside Come with me, come take my hand

the hood where I met ya See I didn't wanna sweat ya Though I knew I had to catch ya Determined that's why I met ya My homies on you too So they say I

hell, enemies die Wonder when we all pass is anybody listenin? Got my, hands on my semi shotty, everybody's bitchin Please God can you understand me, bless my

fluid, sensation sit down and conversate like you know me, take my hand Cause even Thugs get lonely, understand Even the hardest of my homies need attention

wanna take my ride... dey wanna take me away fo'life... see my body can't take nomo... it's like a yung nigga life so wrong... no pain my feelings gone

that ass Yeah, guess what's in here? My home girl Rage, I said my home girl Rage Yeah, the lyrical motherfuckin murderer's in here Yo, my nigga Glove behind the boards Yo, dropping

then some Payed me dues but I'm still a street hoodlum Dropped out of school cuz I couldn't find my locker Stubbles on my chin, I got hair like Chewbacca

and trick we drop The paper which you use my toungue to lick with Tricky Trouble and strife ain't no sunshine in my life Wiseguys get protection when

we ride [Redman] Yo yo yo, it's your hide Grab the rope and yell rawhide Front line is pussy, call off sides I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed I left my