Lyrics The Return - Hilltop Hoods
Duck
and
cover,
cos
when
you
fuck
with
Suffa
it's
like
the
bombs
dropped
You
spit
like
Bon
Jovi,
we
spit
like
Bon
Scott
We
got
it
on
lock,
deadlock,
non-stop,
head-nod
Even
when
the
song
stop
Step
in
the
cipher
and
it's
danger
I'll
set
the
Pressure
on
you
like
a
hyperbaric
chamber
And
he
don't
fuck
around,
we've
gained
such
renown
For
this
state
of
the
art
custom
sound
For
them
custom
built
rappers
with
under
skilled
narratives
The
good
die
young,
me
and
Suff
are
still
bad
with
this
Rhyme
style
it's
lethal,
prime
time
the
sequel
Aint
got
a
single
fan
just
like
minded
people
I
told
you
from
the
start,
I'm
a
soldier
of
the
art
Effortless,
take
every
breathe
and
hold
it
to
your
heart
With
Debris
and
my
brother
Suffa,
so
watch
another
sucker
run
for
cover
It's
the
return
of
the
motherfucking
motherfuckers
I
don't
give
a
goddamn,
listen,
I
don't
know
(How
many
rhymes
you
got
or
who
knows
you
kid)
I
don't
give
a
goddamn
(on
the
shows
you
did)
(How
many
rhymes
you
got
or
who
knows
you
kid)
I
don't
give
a
goddamn,
listen,
I
don't
know
(How
many
rhymes
you
got
or
who
knows
you
kid)
Mr.
Debris
(blow
the
horns
on
'em,
not
now
but
right
now)
Obsessive
compulsive,
repulsive,
insulting
Offensive
like
feeding
a
vegan
some
dolphin
Assaulting
the
system,
a
system
that's
broken
The
cistern
is
broken,
the
shit
is
just
floating
I
spit
till
your
open
underground
P-Dela-Ressure
and
he
don't
fuck
around
Now
Album
number
five,
worked
hard
to
earn
that
No
doubt
it
was
a
fight,
too
far
to
turn
back
I
step
in
the
sun,
take
the
weather
however
it
comes
Although
I'm
a
second
son
I'm
second
to
none
Lesson
is
done,
what
goes
around
comes
around
Suffa's
down,
and
he
don't
fuck
around
The
Hood
spits
the
news
like
Wolf
Blitzer,
crews
Fear
the
pit
bull
in
the
pulpit,
yo
it's
the
World
War
Three
in
a
whisper
- the
Mr
Suffa
And
Mr
Pressure,
we
rips
it
rougher,
we
spits
it
fresher
I
don't
give
a
goddamn,
listen,
I
don't
know
(How
many
rhymes
you
got
or
who
knows
you
kid)
I
don't
give
a
goddamn
(on
the
shows
you
did)
(How
many
rhymes
you
got
or
who
knows
you
kid)
Your
nemesis
on
verses,
the
desperate
and
worthless
Try
and
flame
the
name
we
can
wrestle
in
a
furnace
Never
came
half-hearted,
never
came
last
started
Everyday
like
it's
my
last
till
my
craft's
mastered
And
we
can
get
it
on
I'm
at
peace
with
myself
cause
there's
a
piece
of
myself
in
every
song
I
don't
just
write
rhymes,
I
spent
a
life
time
building
A
life
line
accommodating
night
times
children
And
now
they
love
the
sound,
play
me
with
a
Gravyspitter
and
he
don't
fuck
around
Ain't
no
stepping
to
me
Cos
P
and
Suffa
bad
mutha's
like
Treacherous
Three
So
feel
the
heartbeat,
feel
the
heartbeat
You
feel
your
hearts
weak
cos
still
you
can't
beat
The
Hills
and
aren't
we
just
still
too
rugged?
I
can
feel
you
love
it,
we
the
real
blue
blooded
I
don't
give
a
goddamn,
listen,
I
don't
know
(How
many
rhymes
you
got
or
who
knows
you
kid)
I
don't
give
a
goddamn
(on
the
shows
you
did)
(How
many
rhymes
you
got
or
who
knows
you
kid)
I
don't
give
a
goddamn,
listen,
I
don't
know
(How
many
rhymes
you
got
or
who
knows
you
kid)
Mr.
Debris
(blow
the
horns
on
'em,
not
now
but
right
now)
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