beat" To make you scream "its the choice" They got tunnel vision well let me make it clear "This is the beat ya'll of the year" [Verse 2: Pressure] We slam
choice except for to go Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind I walked down the hallway and I heard his door slam Turn, turn, turn again I walked down
choice Except for to go, Turn, turn to the rain And the wind. I walked down the hallway And I heard his door slam, Turn, turn, turn again. I walked
echo chamber "Check one two, one two" - that's my favorite Strobe lights is live, Pink Champale Little pink joints being lit up on the side Couple niggas
one So this message goes to amateurs and pros alike We're the MC's that cold be doggin the mic You may be good but there's no one better We rock you
I'm back to Farmers on some new improved (Sh...) I'm makin moves, not fakin moves So don't you never come around here, talkin that talk Or walkin that walk
he would buy me If I kept my mouth close and don't tell mommy He said one day I'll understand little me Was in you to side me Papa was player, player
us Ran to the side of my house, cocked the heater Walked to the front when I talked he had junk Bitch tried to slam the door shut, got caught in Horse
As I drove up in my low I saw cars on both sides of the road Then I started saying 'what's up' to relatives That I hadn't seen in years Walked up to grandma
sound before you make it You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes You're paralyzed 'Cause this is thriller, thriller night And no one
the sound before you make it You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes You're paralyzed 'Cause this is thriller, thriller night And no one
