[Intro]
[Pressure & Suffa]
Oi P it´s your round
Na it´s your round
Oi it´s your fucking round man I got the last fucking round!
Hey you still owe me five anyway bro! You get the round!
Fuck It´s your round dude

[Pressure & Suffa]
It´s your round, if you´re hanging at the back of the bar
So just bounce like you´re banging in the back of your car
We turn it out; Hilltop we´ve been down since
Back in the days, I´m the clown prince
It´s your round, if you´re hanging at the back of the bar
So just bounce, like you´re banging in the back of your car
We turn it out; Hilltop we´ve been down since
Back in the days when I was a teenager

[Suffa]
First up, on the dolcet tones of the Gravy Bone Project
Suffa MC came to take you home
I drip lyrics like spits, spit lyrics like drips
In the arms I´ll lick ya spirit with my miracle whip
Whip, cause what I´m hearing´s all shit on the lyrical tip
Na, I ain´t feeling ya kid, we gave you
Something to jock, but it wasn´t no thing
Like bobby gave Whitney a rock but it wasn´t no ring (drinks party)
And I´m a keep at ´em, crossing my fingers that eve
Says keep Adam, I´m going down on Louise
And I´m a wreak havoc, little man with a big pen
I got dirty habits like a nun in a pig pen
Like drinking, smoking, cursing, sucking
Titties representing the city that I grew up in
We laid the path so you got a way in
It´s Hilltop; we´re three stars like a Holiday Inn

[Pressure & Suffa]
It´s your round, if you´re hanging at the back of the bar
So just bounce like you´re banging in the back of your car
We turn it out; Hilltop we´ve been down since
Back in the days, I´m the clown prince
It´s your round, if you´re hanging at the back of the bar
So just bounce, like you´re banging in the back of your car
We turn it out; Hilltop we´ve been down since
Back in the days when I was a teenager

[Pressure]
Next up, when I get loose with no fail
Appealing like the naked truth and the truth is for sale
So when I leave yo, you´re fucking with my pride I don´t see though
Typical MC, my nuts don´t match the size of my ego
I seize an opportunity cause they don´t linger
The glass ain´t half empty it´s half full that´s why I´m a table drinker
Think your on Pressure´s level? Only thing tight bro
That you might show is dressed in several of your wife´s clothes
An arrogant fucker damaging suckers masterfully
If I married your mother you still wouldn´t be half of me
You should run from me, fuck battling, ain´t nothing sweet
´Cause I won´t beat you to the punch I´ll punch you to the beat
Don´t get offended by the rubbish that we pump in the street
My foots always in my mouth I just can´t stomach defeat
I´m a master these until it´s hard to breath
It´s Hilltop we´re the first to come last to leave

[Pressure & Suffa]
It´s your round, if you´re hanging at the back of the bar
So just bounce like you´re banging in the back of your car
We turn it out; Hilltop we´ve been down since
Back in the days, I´m the clown prince
It´s your round, if you´re hanging at the back of the bar
So just bounce, like you´re banging in the back of your car
We turn it out; Hilltop we´ve been down since
Back in the days when I was a teenager

[Suffa & Pressure]
Man I´m smooth like Marlon Brando at thirty
At my peak like Marlon Brando at fifty
And I´m fat like Marlon Brando at seventy
Fuck it; no MC can ever better me (no one man)
And half the time half my crew could drink the bar
And half these cats ain´t half of what they think they are
We independent, I´d sign on the line
The day me giving you the finger is a sign of the times
Their rhymes are designed to dis us, but why dis us?
I don´t rewind to try to find disses
Man, I just recline and mind my business
And I think in lines in rhymes, the rhyme stitches
Up the minds of the lines of dimes and fine...
I pen letters that kill
They stab ya neck with a feather until you´ve bled in my quill
This veteren´s ill, thinking you can better my skill
You need medicine chill a Pressure vendettas for real

[Pressure & Suffa]
It´s your round, if you´re hanging at the back of the bar
So just bounce like you´re banging in the back of your car
We turn it out; Hilltop we´ve been down since
Back in the days, I´m the clown prince
It´s your round, if you´re hanging at the back of the bar
So just bounce, like you´re banging in the back of your car
We turn it out; Hilltop we´ve been down since
Back in the days when I was a teenager