Potna Deuce - Feel the Pressure lyrics

G-- guts to the rush -- mad Like a pitbull ragin brothers be wagin (war) -- s**ers try to come hardcore When they tricks down with a -- b**h It ain't nothin but a rough player sk** comin from my dome Feel the pressure of the cyclone Tracks that we lay breakin backs, leave you breathless Funk Slave -- a d**h 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 n***a, cough it up, so we can chop it up and then we scoop it up and loop it up And get the whole motherf**in 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 motherf**ers 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 s**ers fall short Raised as a have-not poor, knew me Never had sh** 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 -- Crooked -- aim, k** it Pressure - strong - rough, feel it Plus gast Rob G