Z-Ro - Pressure (Intro) lyrics
[Z-Ro - Pressure Intro lyrics]
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Bow down to something greater than yourself
Chief
The blind stares of a hundred pairs of eyes
That you will never be able to see, haha
RIP makaveli
Bang like a Crip or Blood, nigga, what?
B-B-Bang like a Crip or Blood, Crip or Blood
(Niggas can't see me)
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood, nigga
What?
It ain't nothin' but a party when we thug
(Niggas can't see me)
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood, nigga
What?
B-B-Bang like a Crip or Blood, Crip or Blood
(Hold me, it ain't easy)
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood, nigga
What?
It ain't nothin' but a party when we thug
(Uh)
Well, it's been a long time
I shouldn't have left you with
All these weak-ass rappers
Didn't mean to disrespect you
Homie, this ain't the type of rap
You should wear a dress to
Y'all niggas trippin', but it ain't too late
You can be rescued i do my own thang
I don't do nothin' like the rest do
You ain't rockin' with me? Fuck it
I'm not tryna impress you
I do it for the real niggas and
Bitches tryna get through i'm hood Jesus
Niggas don't know who they standin' next to
Y'all niggas ain't motivated
I can't be around that
I'm lookin' for smiles
Tryna forget where all the frowns at
The whole city mine
The fuck I'ma be out of bounds at?
I'm everywhere except where all the
Bitch niggas and clowns at
Pussy nigga tryna drag my mud through the mud
I ain't lookin' for him, but
Wherever I see him, he gon' die in that
If I run into his ass on 59 and Westpark
Then 59 and Westpark is where
He can be found at, ayy
Fuck is that, a handbag, homie?
I'll carry all my shit
It ain't a handbag on me
Big dick, big pistol, man swag on me
Ain't no fingernail polish, that
Ain't man swag, homie
So let them busters know it's on for life
And let the real niggas ride tonight (Haha)
But, I will really murder
You can catch the strap tomorrow
You can't see it
But it be with me wherever I go
They wait for me to come out the back
But I took the side door
Sometimes I forget I'm a rapper
I'm out my mind, ho
So stop playin' with me 'cause
Somebody might really die, bro
(RIP) homicide ain't somethin' I'm tryna
Be doin' time for
My celly be rappin' for me, for
What? I'm not gon' sign, bro
They go to breakfast and lunch
I'ma be layin' down though
Locker full of free world, ain't
Standin' in no line, ho
A lot of people hate me, look
It is what it is
They was laughin' like my bag
Would never get big, but it did
And if I ever put a hit on you
It did what it did
I'm just sayin', I never been
The one to play with, bitch
Lay some bread on me, I ain't
The one to lay with, bitch
They hustle every now and then
I'm every day with this shit
Opps watchin', but, basically
Stay out my way with this shit
They know better than to fuck with
Joseph McVey with this shit i'm pressed
Bang like a Crip or Blood, nigga, what?
B-B-Bang like a Crip or Blood, Crip or Blood
(Niggas can't see me)
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood, nigga
What?
It ain't nothin' but a party when we thug
(Niggas can't see me)
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood, nigga
What?
B-B-Bang like a Crip or Blood, Crip or Blood
(Hold me, it ain't easy)
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood, nigga
What? It ain't nothin' but a party when
We thug, when we thug, when we thug
Bow down to something greater than yourself
Chief
The blind stares of a hundred pairs of eyes
That you will never be able to see, haha
RIP makaveli
Bang like a Crip or Blood, nigga, what?
B-B-Bang like a Crip or Blood, Crip or Blood
(Niggas can't see me)
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood, nigga
What?
It ain't nothin' but a party when we thug
(Niggas can't see me)
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood, nigga
What?
B-B-Bang like a Crip or Blood, Crip or Blood
(Hold me, it ain't easy)
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood, nigga
What?
It ain't nothin' but a party when we thug
(Uh)
Well, it's been a long time
I shouldn't have left you with
All these weak-ass rappers
Didn't mean to disrespect you
Homie, this ain't the type of rap
You should wear a dress to
Y'all niggas trippin', but it ain't too late
You can be rescued i do my own thang
I don't do nothin' like the rest do
You ain't rockin' with me? Fuck it
I'm not tryna impress you
I do it for the real niggas and
Bitches tryna get through i'm hood Jesus
Niggas don't know who they standin' next to
Y'all niggas ain't motivated
I can't be around that
I'm lookin' for smiles
Tryna forget where all the frowns at
The whole city mine
The fuck I'ma be out of bounds at?
I'm everywhere except where all the
Bitch niggas and clowns at
Pussy nigga tryna drag my mud through the mud
I ain't lookin' for him, but
Wherever I see him, he gon' die in that
If I run into his ass on 59 and Westpark
Then 59 and Westpark is where
He can be found at, ayy
Fuck is that, a handbag, homie?
I'll carry all my shit
It ain't a handbag on me
Big dick, big pistol, man swag on me
Ain't no fingernail polish, that
Ain't man swag, homie
So let them busters know it's on for life
And let the real niggas ride tonight (Haha)
But, I will really murder
You can catch the strap tomorrow
You can't see it
But it be with me wherever I go
They wait for me to come out the back
But I took the side door
Sometimes I forget I'm a rapper
I'm out my mind, ho
So stop playin' with me 'cause
Somebody might really die, bro
(RIP) homicide ain't somethin' I'm tryna
Be doin' time for
My celly be rappin' for me, for
What? I'm not gon' sign, bro
They go to breakfast and lunch
I'ma be layin' down though
Locker full of free world, ain't
Standin' in no line, ho
A lot of people hate me, look
It is what it is
They was laughin' like my bag
Would never get big, but it did
And if I ever put a hit on you
It did what it did
I'm just sayin', I never been
The one to play with, bitch
Lay some bread on me, I ain't
The one to lay with, bitch
They hustle every now and then
I'm every day with this shit
Opps watchin', but, basically
Stay out my way with this shit
They know better than to fuck with
Joseph McVey with this shit i'm pressed
Bang like a Crip or Blood, nigga, what?
B-B-Bang like a Crip or Blood, Crip or Blood
(Niggas can't see me)
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood, nigga
What?
It ain't nothin' but a party when we thug
(Niggas can't see me)
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood, nigga
What?
B-B-Bang like a Crip or Blood, Crip or Blood
(Hold me, it ain't easy)
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood, nigga
What? It ain't nothin' but a party when
We thug, when we thug, when we thug