Duress Lyrics
| Song | Duress |
| Artist | Black Moon |
| Album | War Zone |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Axelrod, Blake, Hendricks | |
| This is how the real shit | |
| (Chorus x4: Buckshot) | |
| Why the Devil keep fuckin with me | |
| Why the Devil keep fuckin with me | |
| (Buckshot) | |
| Listen up yo, ah | |
| Feel like the Devil got a personal grudge against Buck | |
| What the fuck | |
| Walkin thru the streets, mindin my biz | |
| Fearin like the Devil know what time it is | |
| Rollin my leaf, just bought a dime | |
| Everything is spinnin in my goddamn mind | |
| Hold up, wait a minute, speak a one time | |
| It's too many voices in my head, I hear the flatline | |
| Could of sworn I heard the voice whisper from behind | |
| Kinda deep though, made a nigga creep slow and breath slow | |
| Cautious, nautious I could feel it in my stomach | |
| The Devil wanna blow the trumpet | |
| Look at every step I take, I could feel it every breath I take | |
| If I sniff up one time, I feel the earthquake | |
| Damn the takes, so much to hold it all inside my chest | |
| Feel like I'm bout to jest | |
| Blow up, but before I do, I'mma take to them demoms | |
| Schemin on whole crew | |
| (Chorus x4) | |
| (Buckshot) | |
| I used to want a Beemer, I used to want a Benz | |
| One thing that I never wanted was fake friends in the end | |
| I knew that ones that stuck by me be, was the ones that see me | |
| On the streets, not TV | |
| It's an everyday, it's an all day | |
| Devils and the cops will get me in the hallway | |
| Hopes drop me in the for slay | |
| Around the third, because I'm about to blow | |
| And be the shit, my word | |
| I don't give a fuck, I ain't trying to quit at all | |
| Even if my back is up against the wall, I brawl | |
| It's a struggle in life, and it struggles the game | |
| But whatever you gain when you at your worst at you feel the pain inside | |
| That's when I'm near my goal | |
| I could taste success, gotta stay in control | |
| See the world's cold, momma told me from day one | |
| "Prepare to blaze dum, play the game son" | |
| As a juvenile, I always got into shit | |
| Even If I didn't start, I was bound to flip | |
| Gettin to me in the worst way | |
| Shot my little nigga on his birthday | |
| Rest in piece to my nigga Ray | |
| I know the Demon want me next | |
| I see you schemin on me next | |
| But I'm about to flex, Devil you can check | |
| (Chorus x3) | |
| (Buckshot) | |
| I'm livin in the world, where nothin is free | |
| Gotta pay the Devil even if I smoke trees | |
| Oh come on now, is it on now? | |
| Smoke my weed and the public put me on foul | |
| When the judge lock me up I see the jury smile | |
| Gigglin, finger wigglin, he gone for a while | |
| Hit a nigga, what? your shoes don't fit a nigga | |
| You just wanna get a nigga, I figure | |
| I'mma be the livin proof | |
| Hit them niggas, blow up like koof | |
| Put your smoke inside your face like poof | |
| What now muthafucka? 98 Duck Down nigga | |
| Straight to ya chest like arrow nigga | |
| Straight shots, Devil wanna put me in the lot | |
| Six street deep till a nigga rot |
| zuo qu : Axelrod, Blake, Hendricks | |
| This is how the real shit | |
| Chorus x4: Buckshot | |
| Why the Devil keep fuckin with me | |
| Why the Devil keep fuckin with me | |
| Buckshot | |
| Listen up yo, ah | |
| Feel like the Devil got a personal grudge against Buck | |
| What the fuck | |
| Walkin thru the streets, mindin my biz | |
| Fearin like the Devil know what time it is | |
| Rollin my leaf, just bought a dime | |
| Everything is spinnin in my goddamn mind | |
| Hold up, wait a minute, speak a one time | |
| It' s too many voices in my head, I hear the flatline | |
| Could of sworn I heard the voice whisper from behind | |
| Kinda deep though, made a nigga creep slow and breath slow | |
| Cautious, nautious I could feel it in my stomach | |
| The Devil wanna blow the trumpet | |
| Look at every step I take, I could feel it every breath I take | |
| If I sniff up one time, I feel the earthquake | |
| Damn the takes, so much to hold it all inside my chest | |
| Feel like I' m bout to jest | |
| Blow up, but before I do, I' mma take to them demoms | |
| Schemin on whole crew | |
| Chorus x4 | |
| Buckshot | |
| I used to want a Beemer, I used to want a Benz | |
| One thing that I never wanted was fake friends in the end | |
| I knew that ones that stuck by me be, was the ones that see me | |
| On the streets, not TV | |
| It' s an everyday, it' s an all day | |
| Devils and the cops will get me in the hallway | |
| Hopes drop me in the for slay | |
| Around the third, because I' m about to blow | |
| And be the shit, my word | |
| I don' t give a fuck, I ain' t trying to quit at all | |
| Even if my back is up against the wall, I brawl | |
| It' s a struggle in life, and it struggles the game | |
| But whatever you gain when you at your worst at you feel the pain inside | |
| That' s when I' m near my goal | |
| I could taste success, gotta stay in control | |
| See the world' s cold, momma told me from day one | |
| " Prepare to blaze dum, play the game son" | |
| As a juvenile, I always got into shit | |
| Even If I didn' t start, I was bound to flip | |
| Gettin to me in the worst way | |
| Shot my little nigga on his birthday | |
| Rest in piece to my nigga Ray | |
| I know the Demon want me next | |
| I see you schemin on me next | |
| But I' m about to flex, Devil you can check | |
| Chorus x3 | |
| Buckshot | |
| I' m livin in the world, where nothin is free | |
| Gotta pay the Devil even if I smoke trees | |
| Oh come on now, is it on now? | |
| Smoke my weed and the public put me on foul | |
| When the judge lock me up I see the jury smile | |
| Gigglin, finger wigglin, he gone for a while | |
| Hit a nigga, what? your shoes don' t fit a nigga | |
| You just wanna get a nigga, I figure | |
| I' mma be the livin proof | |
| Hit them niggas, blow up like koof | |
| Put your smoke inside your face like poof | |
| What now muthafucka? 98 Duck Down nigga | |
| Straight to ya chest like arrow nigga | |
| Straight shots, Devil wanna put me in the lot | |
| Six street deep till a nigga rot |
| zuò qǔ : Axelrod, Blake, Hendricks | |
| This is how the real shit | |
| Chorus x4: Buckshot | |
| Why the Devil keep fuckin with me | |
| Why the Devil keep fuckin with me | |
| Buckshot | |
| Listen up yo, ah | |
| Feel like the Devil got a personal grudge against Buck | |
| What the fuck | |
| Walkin thru the streets, mindin my biz | |
| Fearin like the Devil know what time it is | |
| Rollin my leaf, just bought a dime | |
| Everything is spinnin in my goddamn mind | |
| Hold up, wait a minute, speak a one time | |
| It' s too many voices in my head, I hear the flatline | |
| Could of sworn I heard the voice whisper from behind | |
| Kinda deep though, made a nigga creep slow and breath slow | |
| Cautious, nautious I could feel it in my stomach | |
| The Devil wanna blow the trumpet | |
| Look at every step I take, I could feel it every breath I take | |
| If I sniff up one time, I feel the earthquake | |
| Damn the takes, so much to hold it all inside my chest | |
| Feel like I' m bout to jest | |
| Blow up, but before I do, I' mma take to them demoms | |
| Schemin on whole crew | |
| Chorus x4 | |
| Buckshot | |
| I used to want a Beemer, I used to want a Benz | |
| One thing that I never wanted was fake friends in the end | |
| I knew that ones that stuck by me be, was the ones that see me | |
| On the streets, not TV | |
| It' s an everyday, it' s an all day | |
| Devils and the cops will get me in the hallway | |
| Hopes drop me in the for slay | |
| Around the third, because I' m about to blow | |
| And be the shit, my word | |
| I don' t give a fuck, I ain' t trying to quit at all | |
| Even if my back is up against the wall, I brawl | |
| It' s a struggle in life, and it struggles the game | |
| But whatever you gain when you at your worst at you feel the pain inside | |
| That' s when I' m near my goal | |
| I could taste success, gotta stay in control | |
| See the world' s cold, momma told me from day one | |
| " Prepare to blaze dum, play the game son" | |
| As a juvenile, I always got into shit | |
| Even If I didn' t start, I was bound to flip | |
| Gettin to me in the worst way | |
| Shot my little nigga on his birthday | |
| Rest in piece to my nigga Ray | |
| I know the Demon want me next | |
| I see you schemin on me next | |
| But I' m about to flex, Devil you can check | |
| Chorus x3 | |
| Buckshot | |
| I' m livin in the world, where nothin is free | |
| Gotta pay the Devil even if I smoke trees | |
| Oh come on now, is it on now? | |
| Smoke my weed and the public put me on foul | |
| When the judge lock me up I see the jury smile | |
| Gigglin, finger wigglin, he gone for a while | |
| Hit a nigga, what? your shoes don' t fit a nigga | |
| You just wanna get a nigga, I figure | |
| I' mma be the livin proof | |
| Hit them niggas, blow up like koof | |
| Put your smoke inside your face like poof | |
| What now muthafucka? 98 Duck Down nigga | |
| Straight to ya chest like arrow nigga | |
| Straight shots, Devil wanna put me in the lot | |
| Six street deep till a nigga rot |
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