Search results for chant no 1 i dont need this pressure on 12 version by spandau ballet

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anxiety
And lead them to defy me, diary, ya Irie?
I need 18 points for my next joint, this high annointed king
To make a deal, I be the one to appoint
lines are thin, Henry G came to win
Don't talk a bunch, just known to crunch
My one-two punch will put your butt out to lunch

Full-court pressure's
the pressures of perfection,
As I stand up on this platform they expectin,
Me to be a man without flaws, that's false,
I am just another rapper that's called
through the war scene
Like morphine and heroin, I'm the shit
Every dope fiend needs a hit
Gangs need to stick at this gangsta shit
To take that monkey
or come back through
Throw they ass off a bit, come back within the next day or two
I don't need no cowards, just warriors on my team
I don't sell coke
a hundred million ways to tell me not to worry
But this time I wasn't hangin' on his every sentence
Ears crippled by the pain and negligence so was
Gawddayum, I don't know what y'all been thinkin' 'bout
But I think this right here is about to shut dem damn haters down

I'm from the streets that
leaks the witnesses, crack's the wickedest
Run up in your crib, blast your kids
Ain't no myth in this, shit's official
I'll pistol-whip you with my
the witnesses, crack's the wickedest
Run up in your crib, blast your kids
Ain't no myth in this, shit's official
I'll pistol-whip you with my Smith and Wesson
On a block where I clock cash so fast
This is a stick up, nigga, don't even try it
If you go as far as to blink an eye, muthafucka you gon' die
Pressure I
Hi baby
I know your under a lot of pressure at your work and all
And I do understand
You have no idea how much I understand
But you also don't
the infamous 
Who leaks the witnesses, crack's the wickedest 
Run up in your crib, blast your kids 
Ain't no myth in this, shit's official 
I'll pistol-whip
don't want to see 

Do Rae Me 

Rippin' shit on this M-I-see 

Down with two more muthafuckas 

Who finna spit it see 

Big Bone: 

Fuckin
em on 12 comin' back 21
It's 80 sippers out the book, I move' em one by one
See my hands is fast, my cook game raw
I don't need no pyrex, gimme
to the rhyme
This time's line
Take heed, the creator of an alien breed
No more will my peoples bleed
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