ChorusnIt's your round if you're hanging at the back of the bar,nSo just bounce like you're banging in the back of your car,nWe turn it out, Hilltop; we've been down since,nBack in the days, I'm the clown prince.nIt's your round, if you're hanging at the back of the bar,nSo just bounce like you're banging in the back of your car,nWe turn it out, Hilltop; we've been down since,nBack in the days when I was a teenager.nnVerse 1 – SuffanFirst up on the dulcet tones of the Gravy Bone Project,nSuffa MC came to take you home,nI drip lyrics like spit, spit lyrics like drips,nInto arms I'll lick your spirit with my miracle whip,nWhip, cos what I'm hearing's all shit on the lyrical tip,nNah I aint feeling you kid, we gave you,nSomething to jock, but it wasn't no thing,nLike Bobby gave Whitney a rock but it wasn't no ring,nAnd I'm a keep at em, crossing my fingers that eve,nSays keep Adam, I'm going down on Louise,nAnd I'm a wreak havoc, little man with a big pen,nI got dirty habits like a nun in a pig pen,nLike Drinking, smoking, cursing, suckingnTitties, representing the city that I grew up in,nWe laid the path so you got a way in,nIt's Hilltop; we're three stars like a Holiday Inn.nnChorusnIt's your round if you're hanging at the back of the bar,nSo just bounce like you're banging in the back of your car,nWe turn it out, Hilltop; we've been down since,nBack in the days, I'm the clown prince.nIt's your round if you're hanging at the back of the bar,nSo just bounce like you're banging in the back of your car,nWe turn it out, Hilltop; we've been down since,nBack in the days when I was a teenager.nnVerse 2 – PressurenNext up, when I get loose with no fail,nAppealing like the naked truth and the truth is for sale,nSo when I leave yo, you're fucking with my pride I don't see though,nTypical MC, my nuts don't match the size of my ego,nI seize an opportunity cos they don't linger,nThe glass aint half empty its half full that why I'm a table drinker,nThink you're on Pressures level? Only thing tight bro,nThat you might show is dressed in several of your wife's clothes,nAn arrogant fucker damaging suckers masterfully,nIf I married your mother you still wouldn't be half of me,nYou should run from me, fuck battling aint nothing sweet,nCos I won't beat you to the punch I'll punch you to the beat,nDon't get offended by the rubbish that we pump in the street,nMy foots always in my mouth I just cant stomach defeat,nI'm a master these until it's hard to breathe,nIts Hilltop, we're the first to come last to leave.nnChorusnIt's your round if you're hanging at the back of the bar,nSo just bounce like you're banging in the back of your car,nWe turn it out, Hilltop; we've been down since,nBack in the days, I'm the clown prince.nIt's your round if you're hanging at the back of the bar,nSo just bounce like you're banging in the back of your car,nWe turn it out, Hilltop; we've been down since,nBack in the days when I was a teenager.nnVerse 3 – Suffa and PressurenI'm smooth like Marlon Brando at thirty,nAt my peak like Marlon Brando at fifty,nAnd I'm fat like Marlon Brando at seventy,nFuck it; no MC could ever better me (no one man),nAnd half the time half my crew could drink the bar,nAnd half these cats aint half of what they think they are,nWe independent, I'd sign on the line,nThe day me giving you the finger is a sign of the times,nTheir rhymes are designed to try diss us, but why diss us?nI don't rewind to try to find disses,nMan, I just recline and mind my business,nAnd I think in lines in rhymes, the rhyme stitches,nUp the minds of the lines of dimes and fine…nI pen letters that kill,nThen stab your neck with a feather until you've bled in my quill,nThis veteran's ill, thinking you can better my skill,nYou need medicine chill a Pressure vendettas for real.nnChorusnIt's your round if you're hanging at the back of the bar,nSo just bounce like you're banging in the back of your car,nWe turn it out, Hilltop; we've been down since,nBack in the days, I'm the clown prince.nIt's your round if you're hanging at the back of the bar,nSo just bounce like you're banging in the back of your car,nWe turn it out, Hilltop; we've been down since,nBack in the days when I was a teenager.