Song | Duress |
Artist | Black Moon |
Album | War Zone |
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 |
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 |