Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pressure Iz Tight , by - Black Moon. Song from the album Total Eclipse, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 06.10.2003
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
Pressure Iz Tight |
| D.A.'s all over the case, judge in my face |
| Feeling the pressure, all over the place |
| Court officer playin' me close |
| So I won’t position, post boat float, right through ya dough |
| ATB lawyer representin' me fo sho, a conviction, ain’t hopin' to score |
| But bein' I’mma, fighter for life, I’m takin' these bastards to war |
| They actin' like they caught me, with a key in the raw |
| I’mma open my mind and beat this Rockerfeller law |
| So I can, flee the states and go on tour |
| On a, wing of prayer, I’m keepin' it faith |
| Throw yo, hands in the air, I’m bleedin' with hate |
| This little nigga had all he could take, for all the bullshit |
| I need a permanent break, see my freedom’s at stake |
| Trynna put food on the plate, my knees can’t wait |
| ---- All ya niggas is bait, I’m so hard, all on my grizzy |
| Don’t walk with Five, if you ain’t ready to die, with me |
| Bringin' the heat, to these streets |
| No sleep, pressure is tight, pressure is deep, we |
| The block is sizzlin' now |
| Niggas like fuck crack, I’mma bump cigarettes now |
| Hustlers don’t hustle for profit nowadays |
| It hurt, niggas put in work and maintain |
| Hard as fuck, the God is stuck |
| To get a buck, shit suck, but in God in trust |
| And if that fail, then a nine I bust |
| I play the side, when they side with us, I must |
| Flip for the dollar, like heads and tails |
| I go all out, cause I’m not about to fail |
| Not about to chill, son, keep it movin' |
| Don’t sit still, cause I get it, the click will |
| Ya’ll build, but I destroy |
| Scam dough out ya fam like Deac and Troy |
| But, I’m not a pastor, I just get dough faster |
| Than the average, has ta' |
| You play the wall like plaster, I play the block |
| Cops got a Glock, now they wanna shoot a shot? |
| But this is what I do when I make a stop |
| Get a spot at a vacant lot, then I make it pop |
| I’m not playin' with it, while dudes fight for positin |
| And stay in it, hit it with vinyl, make it final and spin it |
| Cause I’m comin' to get it, hungry nigga on line, you can forget it |
| It’s a done deal, when I spit, I’m your |
| Royal loyal, fully committed militant mind |
| Ain’t spillin' every time, bong bong, shine |
| Many niggas die for this, so I gotta survive this shit |
| Drop it hot and rip, poppin' blow the spot a bit |
| There’s no stoppin' this, throw the lock, at a click |
| We shuttin' it down, I’m fuckin' around |
| Yeah, the fever bringin' plenty of fire to your town |
| Rippin' the flow, through the sound barrier |
| Strictly heavy artillery, air force carrier |