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
get 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
spill You 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
window Damn, why the fuck it's - my block Graffiti lookin' greedy and niggas who slangin' rock Fo' sho', I wanna be like that, fuck mike Unless mike
filled with undercovers, homicide chasin' brothers The DA's on the roof, tryin' to, watch us and knock us And killer coppers, even come through in helicopters
need to leave this mic alone They on the same bullshit that Mike was on You're lookin' at the unseen, missin' and to the unheard I kill your career with
I come They call me A beast like none before I suck the abscess of dead infants I want some more I Am Baby Killer I kill pregnant sluts and whores!!
's dangerous Packed in like a briefcase Rhythm with real rough rhyme Beats with deep bass Girls with tight pants Maybe they might dance Tonight if the Rs on the mike
The last line of defense Feel the pressure Yo, you better plan ahead, gather your thoughts I'm not gonna be the one wit no chair when the music stops
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
dem a kill, di lyrical exploda Mike Ranson a help wit mi crossova All day, all night Dutty dem a kill it, Dutty Dutty dem a kill it All night, all day Dutty dem a kill
, packed in like a briefcase Rhythm with Aral rough rhyme, beats with deep bass Girls, with tight pants, maybe they might dance Tonight if the R's on the mike
rhymes, strip mine interior Rippin your shit imperial, kill niggas' material My whole crew ain't fearin ya, Mad Max the High Priest I got some real killer
rappers need to leave this mic alone They on the same bullshit that Mike was on You're lookin at the unseen, missin and to the unheard I kill your career
's like Mike show these pigs what kind of bacon you're on It's funny but don't laugh Money with no cash The villain of vocab I'm killing this notepad
a partytrack. Fuck that. I pump the beat till the beast get a heartattack. A part of rap like battlin' and all of that, but before I kill emcees I 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
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'
