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Black Moon - Duress lyrics
This is how the real shit Chorus 4X: Buckshot Why the Devil keep fuckin with me Why the Devil keep fuckin with me [Buckshot] Listen up yo, ah Feel like the Devil got a personal grudge against Buck What the fuck Walkin thru the streets, mindin my biz Fearin like the Devil know what time it is Rollin my leaf, just bought a dime Everything is spinnin in my goddamn mind Hold up, wait a minute, speak a one time It's too many voices in my head, I hear the flatline Could of sworn I heard the voice whisper from behind Kinda deep though, made a nigga creep slow and breath slow Cautious, nautious I could feel it in my stomach The Devil wanna blow the trumpet Look at every step I take, I could feel it every breath I take If I sniff up one time, I feel the earthquake Damn the takes, so much to hold it all inside my chest Feel like I'm bout to jest Blow up, but before I do, I'mma take to them demoms Schemin on whole crew Chorus 4X [Buckshot] I used to want a Beemer, I used to want a Benz One thing that I never wanted was fake friends in the end I knew that ones that stuck by me be, was the ones that see me On the streets, not TV It's an everyday, it's an all day Devils and the cops will get me in the hallway Hopes drop me in the for slay Around the third, because I'm about to blow And be the shit, my word I don't give a fuck, I ain't trying to quit at all Even if my back is up against the wall, I brawl It's a struggle in life, and it struggles the game But whatever you gain when you at your worst at you feel the pain inside That's when I'm near my goal I could taste success, gotta stay in control See the world's cold, momma told me from day one "Prepare to blaze dum, play the game son" As a juvenile, I always got into shit Even If I didn't start, I was bound to flip Gettin to me in the worst way Shot my little nigga on his birthday Rest in piece to my nigga Ray I know the Demon want me next I see you schemin on me next But I'm about to flex, Devil you can check Chorus 3X [Buckshot] I'm livin in the world, where nothin is free Gotta pay the Devil even if I smoke trees Oh come on now, is it on now? Smoke my weed and the public put me on foul When the judge lock me up I see the jury smile Gigglin, finger wigglin, he gone for a while Hit a nigga, what? your shoes don't fit a nigga You just wanna get a nigga, I figure I'mma be the livin proof Hit them niggas, blow up like koof Put your smoke inside your face like poof What now muthafucka? 98 Duck Down nigga Straight to ya chest like arrow nigga Straight shots, Devil wanna put me in the lot Six street deep till a nigga rot |
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