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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

, I'm thuggin'. Why are y'all so fast? Ain't time ta take ta quicken put to derail my thugs Well I might be Krayzie, civilized, I cruize in my Mercedes

props) You're giving more respect to a dead man than you do my man And my man's got the plans in his hand (Why wait until the heartbeat stops?) (Heartbeat

got a drop, Dampier, niggas try me barely No one breathes, I need a ant's ear, pressure's necessary Got my mind on the cheddar, kill my haters together

' in jail, this is 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

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 Catch you blowin' up the telephone, reminiscing I wanna take

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

swinging dropping these thangs drinking gin out the bottle Steadily hoo slangin' out the blue monte carlo Spitting hollows out my roscoe in packs as I blast Getting my

what I tied my hands like an Iraqi hostage Let niggas take shots at me no response I just flip and pop my collar like the fons You give a nigga a foot he'll take