POTNA DEUCE - Feel Da Pressure lyrics

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G- guts to the rush - mad

Like a pitbull ragin brothers be wagin (war)

- suckers try to come hardcore

When they tricks down with a - bitch

It ain't nothin but a rough player skill comin from my dome

Feel the pressure of the cyclone

Tracks that we lay breakin backs, leave you breathless

Funk Slave - a death wish

And I aiin't too - damn thang

Watch your back for the jack in --

So gain weight for the style I unleash, parner

Chezski, Rube, herm-, Baby Beesh, partner

- fingers in the gat- partner

Whole album, check out the sound, partner

So mister -

Potna Deuce in the house and it's time to -

Rube

Nigga, cough it up, so we can chop it up and then we scoop it up and loop it up

And get the whole motherfuckin crew to cut

And if they like it, cool, if not, later for 'em

Yeah, I said I played it for em, never said I made it for 'em

- trick, and smell the Rossi

No respect for hoes or those who smoke Ghadaffi

Been upon the mic for quite a whole while now

Green-stem buds got no love for the brown, pal

I'm - eight in my brainwaves

Run up in two tramps in the same day

You feel the pressure - no jurisdiction

It's just another mouth - to put they dicks in

- snatch it, chop it with a hatchet

Let them motherfuckers kknow what's up, boy, that's it

-, never see me grinnin

Twomp sacks come way fat, so put your bid in

[Chez:]

Puff up, smoke, stop-whiff

Chezski, the -

Ba-ba-bang, hit hard

Bringin new styles so the punk suckers fall short

Raised as a have-not poor, knew me

Never had shit handed to me

The rough type -

- so you don't get wet

Back-stabber trick - I see it

Funk Slave soldier in the pain gettin heated

Comin straight sick

Wait, -

and down for the slug fest

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Crooked - aim, kill it

pressure - strong - rough, feel it

plus gast Rob G