Pressure Iz Tight Lyrics
| Song | Pressure Iz Tight |
| Artist | Black Moon |
| Album | Total Eclipse |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Blake, Dewgarde, Reid | |
| (5FT.) | |
| 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 niggaz is bait, I'm so hard, all on my grizzy | |
| Don't walk with Five, if you ain't ready to die, with me | |
| (Chorus 4X: 5FT.) | |
| Bringin' the heat, to these streets | |
| No sleep, pressure is tight, pressure is deep, we | |
| (Buckshot) | |
| The block is sizzlin' now | |
| Niggaz like fuck crack, I'mma bump cigarettes now | |
| Hustlers don't hustle for profit nowadays | |
| It hurt, niggaz 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 | |
| (Chorus x4) | |
| (5FT.) | |
| 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 niggaz 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 | |
| (Chorus x4) |
| zuo qu : Blake, Dewgarde, Reid | |
| 5FT. | |
| 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 niggaz is bait, I' m so hard, all on my grizzy | |
| Don' t walk with Five, if you ain' t ready to die, with me | |
| Chorus 4X: 5FT. | |
| Bringin' the heat, to these streets | |
| No sleep, pressure is tight, pressure is deep, we | |
| Buckshot | |
| The block is sizzlin' now | |
| Niggaz like fuck crack, I' mma bump cigarettes now | |
| Hustlers don' t hustle for profit nowadays | |
| It hurt, niggaz 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 | |
| Chorus x4 | |
| 5FT. | |
| 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 niggaz 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 | |
| Chorus x4 |
| zuò qǔ : Blake, Dewgarde, Reid | |
| 5FT. | |
| 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 niggaz is bait, I' m so hard, all on my grizzy | |
| Don' t walk with Five, if you ain' t ready to die, with me | |
| Chorus 4X: 5FT. | |
| Bringin' the heat, to these streets | |
| No sleep, pressure is tight, pressure is deep, we | |
| Buckshot | |
| The block is sizzlin' now | |
| Niggaz like fuck crack, I' mma bump cigarettes now | |
| Hustlers don' t hustle for profit nowadays | |
| It hurt, niggaz 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 | |
| Chorus x4 | |
| 5FT. | |
| 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 niggaz 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 | |
| Chorus x4 |
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