Cm
(speak)
Frank
Yes Sir
I'm tired of fallin' back
So what you want to do?
It's time to put the pressure on theses niggas
Yeah, I think it's that time
Let's get 'em

[Verse 1: Freeway]
N.C.
Flame thrower, we be scorin', we be reppin'

Till the game over
N.C.
I'm a bitter rap legend in a Range Rover

Put the 6 and the 7 up my blessings
N.C.
Mess with us, precious, so check his vitals

North Philly icon, built for survival
N.C.
I'm a don, it be wine everywhere that I go

You're damned for the gold but the thobes is from Cairo
N.C.
When God made me he broke the mold nigga
Cm
I ain't with the nonsense, nothing with the doctors

Thought he was a boxer so I smoked him like a rasta
         Cm
I could tell he was a nuisance, always like to do shit
 Cm
Thought he was a shooter so I tagged him with the Ruger
        Cm
I know Hov, I got the blueprint
                            Cm
Black Panther party how we move like Huey Newton

Eat my beef without the gluten
         Cm
Can't compete with all you losers, watchin' from the bleachers
Cm
It's confusing how we eatin' but it make you throw up

[Chorus: Freeway]
Cm
 I see you hatin, all that love better
Cm
 The boy gettin' mad, check his blood pressure
Cm
 You see a nigga shinin', check his blood pressure
Cm
 All that anger that's gon' give you high blood pressure [blood pressure]
Cm
 What you talkin', check his blood pressure
Cm
 You see a nigga stuntin', check his blood pressure
Cm
 You see a nigga winnin', check his blood pressure
Cm
 Ya boy sorry, better check that nigga blood pressure

[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
N.C.
Hollygrove, that’s 17, no L-I-E, I’m L-I-T
N.C.
I’m the Y-M-E, K-I-N-G, B-L-O-O-D-I-N-G
N.C.
I’m O-U-T-H-E-R-E with my G-O-O-N-Z-Z-Z
N.C.
We T-O-O-D-E-E-P
N.C.
I gave a bitch 3 wishes, she wanted me, me, me
  Cm
Bloods like pressure, that's you on a stretcher
        Cm
These bitches too extra, charge you extra for the pleasure
        Cm
I got killers in my section, protection on protection
    Cm
We catch you, interception, and finesse you in a second
       Cm
I got tattoos on my texture, bad news when I catch ya
Cm
We kidnap your girl we need that Ke$ha, we molest her
       Cm
I’m a nigga with aggression, attitude erection
  Cm
Pressure bust pipes but not this fuckin’ blood vessel
        Cm
Let my niggas come test you, suggest you call rescue
       Cm
Go to war with one pistol like a fuckin’ scud missile
        Cm
All you see is blood tissue, guts, liver, God bless you
 Cm
Tunechi, I’m special, so special, no pressure, motherfucker

[Chorus: Freeway & Lil Wayne]
Cm
 I see you hatin', all that love better (see you hatin')
Cm
 That boy gettin' mad, check his blood pressure (check his blood pressure)
Cm
 You see a nigga shining, check his blood pressure
Cm
 All that anger that's gonna give you high blood pressure
   Cm
 Blood pressure, what you talkin' 'bout, blood pressure (check his blood pressure)
Cm
 You see it, it's nothin', gotta check his blood pressure (check his blood pressure)
Cm
 You see that nigga with it, check his blood pressure (check his blood pressure)