I can see things that seem to disappear When other people look with there eyes Shadows and visions that come so near But everyone else just calls them
it, I'm a beast, I'm an animal, I'm that monster in the mirror, The headliner, finisher, I'm the closer, winner. Best when under pressure with second
blacktop ends So come on Give me some fresh air give me that farm Give me some time with you in my arms Far away from the hustle and the pressure and
off that pressure Turn off the heat, take off that pressure Turn of the heat, take off that pressure Turn of the heat, take off that pressure Gimme
and they say "yeah," and they stay there Up, down, up, down, up, down 'Cause all I do is win, win, win And if you goin' in, put your hands in the air,
selfish I don?t wanna live my life tryna be rebellious Wish - Who be checkin when you know we doin wrong huh? Got your steps Keep your pressures
Ghetto celebrity (Keep your punk-ass awards) I'm a celebrity (Take your fake smile off) Ghetto celebrity Ain't nothing changed nigger The media will test ya, popularity is pressure
Keep your punk-ass awards) I'm a celebrity (Take your fake smile off) Ghetto celebrity aint nothing changed nigger [Lloyd Banks] The media will test ya, popularity is pressure
the rats that worry me Double R for life, D-Block til they bury me Scared niggas shed offer, stand in the back And aim they gat up in the air and let
repress and restrain still the pressure and the pain wash the blood off your hands this time she will understand change in the air and they'll hide everywhere
know it's like we don't give a damn and uh And it's [unverified] to keep your distance Resist and the posse gets the pressure of this dance The cool
bullshit, that's the bullshit That's the- nah, nah, nah, nah, chill nigga That's the bullshit Yo, I put the pressure on a man without a gun in my hand
in Only dude with a bike with air conditionin' Fuck the Feds your door, Red'll kicked in So prepare to wear scuba gear equipment I wet it, my tape underground leakage It hit the air
wanna scream I ain't his real dad Now I may not be your father But I'm the closest thing to him No, I can't seem to take this pressure no more And O.
Intro: Frogg Whoah! A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em and like, back and forth because ah this is.. what you thought it wasn't It beez
Woah, I get your hands in the air, and get to clappin' 'em And like, back and forth because ah This is, what you thought it wasn't It beez, the brothers
(NY love me) NYC, I see (NY why me) Am I NY? Written in the air Written on return Nowhere bright as here nowhere else Written in the air Written on
beats we be makin You on the wrong side of the track, lookin visibly shaken Taken them plungers, plungin to death that's painted by the numbers with crime unapplied pressure
