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potna deuce - feel the pressure lyrics

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 — b-tch
it ain’t nothin but a rough player sk!ll 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 — d-mn 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-gga, cough it up, so we can chop it up and then we scoop it up and loop it up
and get the whole motherf-ckin 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 d-cks in
— sn-tch it, chop it with a hatchet
let them motherf-ckers 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 sh-t 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!ll it
pressure – strong – rough, feel it

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