Black Moon

Black Moon - Pressure Iz Tight lyrics

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[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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