deck Now it's the pimp of the crew, Soopafly comin' through I got a dick and a couple balls just to name a few The D.P. locked out, niggaz get choked
I kno you gon dig this (Hook) Hit em off wit a little bit (oh) Came back wit a little bit (wee) Got the hot boy all afta me (y) That J-U-I-C-Y That J
my gold for the hoes Gave you the keys to the jeep, offered my home as an open door But then you picked a new direction, in the blink of an eye My time
I can't get by But we don't get high on Halloween Cause bad shits always happening I wanna hit that blunt! Man give me that blunt! Go on and hit that
dice you rolling ain't 'bouta change I'm snatchin' your chain, reimbursing you with some pain It's all over mane, in which direction he makes a zane?
16 before Swiss finished the track. Make some noise, the boy from big business is back. I got that put it in your nose and sniff it. My record's like the DIRECTIONS
street Knocked me off of my feet Hanging round with the people I should never meet I will always believe that the air that we breathe Will choke our lungs
accordion, ("toto...!") and this weird wind came up, direct from glen Blowing those terrible germs in his direction ... and all this caused
sweet sensi mixed with blueberries and grapefruits Goibble up that fruit salad, was hit at with Grey Goose Cheapest price in the city if you need that direction
and salt cans and tank, Choking up a land of fire smoking up the air, some days you rather be anywhere but here, Choking up a land of fire smoking up
the street Knocked me off of my feet Hanging round with the people I should never meet I'll always believe that the air that we breathe Will choke our
lot We're gonna have to fog up the windows Up in the back seat til I hit that spot Got our legs around my neck in a choke hold Show you what it's supposed
are far from scary [Verse 2: Pressure] Pressure MC, get with me, from Adelaide to Sydney This be dedicated to MC's that struck out but still yelling 'hit
I kno you gon dig this (Hook) Hit em off wit a little bit (oh) Came back wit a little bit (wee) Got the hot boy all afta me (y) That J-U-I-C-Y That
gold, you?re sold They are selling your mind don?t you know And then I hit the ground It slowly kills the sound Like a choking ricochet The fires are burning Reflections, directions
Little at a time, Zen approach Gradually, I'ma get mine Black Thought from the legendary 5th don You wasn't payin attention I'm henchin to hit the entrance
Just to watch you drown in them crocodile tears Dressed up all black with a clown mask Shred the system, sound clash Fall back when my feet touch ground Hit
the type to flip Cause me and my dogs fight to the death like Michael Vick's And I don't hit women so I'm not gonna mangle your wiz A prostitute with