Pressure Iz Tight

Lyrics
[Verse 1: 5ft] D.A.'s all over the case, judge in my face Feeling the pressure, all over the place Court officer playing me close So I won't position, post boat float, right through the door ATB lawyer representing me for sure, a conviction, ain't hoping to score But being I'm a fighter for life, I'm taking these bastards to war They acting like they caught me, with a key in the raw I'mma open my mind and beat this Rockefeller law So I can, flee the states and go on tour On a, wing of prayer, I'm keeping it faith Throw your, hands in the air, I'm bleeding with hate This little nigga had all he could take, from all the bullshit I need a permanent break, see my freedom's at stake Trying to put food on the plate, my needs 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 [Hook: 5ft] Bringin' the heat, to these streets No sleep, pressure is tight, pressure is deep, we Bringin' the heat, to these streets No sleep, pressure is tight, pressure is deep, we Bringin' the heat, to these streets No sleep, pressure is tight, pressure is deep, we Bringin' the heat, to these streets No sleep, pressure is tight, pressure is deep [Verse 2: Buckshot] The block gets sizzling 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 I 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 moving Don't sit still, cause if I get it, the Klik will Ya'll build, but I destroy Scam dough out your 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: 5ft] I'm not playing with it, while dudes fight for position And stay in it, hit it with vinyl, make it final and spin it Cause I'm coming to get it, hungry nigga on line, you can forget it It's a done deal when I spit it, I'm your Royal loyal, fully committed militant mind Ain't spilling every time, bom bom, shine Many niggas die for this, so I gotta survive this shit Drop it hot and rip, pop and blow the spot a bit There's no stoppin' this, throw the lock at the Klik We shutting it down, I'm fucking around Yeah, the fever bringing plenty of fire to your town Ripping the flow through the sound barrier Strictly heavy artillery, air force carrier [Hook]
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Credits
- Writers
- Buckshot
- 5 Ft. Accelerator
- DJ Evil Dee