Black Moon - Duress Lyrics
This is how the real shitChorus 4X: BuckshotWhy the Devil keep *****in with meWhy the Devil keep *****in with me[Buckshot]Listen up yo, ahFeel like the Devil got a personal grudge against BuckWhat the *****Walkin thru the streets, mindin my bizFearin like the Devil know what time it isRollin my leaf, just bought a dimeEverything is spinnin in my goddamn mindHold up, wait a minute, speak a one timeIt's too many voices in my head, I hear the flatlineCould of sworn I heard the voice whisper from behindKinda deep though, made a nigga creep slow and breath slowCautious, nautious I could feel it in my stomachThe Devil wanna blow the trumpetLook at every step I take, I could feel it every breath I takeIf I sniff up one time, I feel the earthquakeDamn the takes, so much to hold it all inside my chestFeel like I'm bout to jestBlow up, but before I do, I'mma take to them demomsSchemin on whole crewChorus 4X[Buckshot]I used to want a Beemer, I used to want a BenzOne thing that I never wanted was fake friends in the endI knew that ones that stuck by me be, was the ones that see meOn the streets, not TVIt's an everyday, it's an all dayDevils and the cops will get me in the hallwayHopes drop me in the for slayAround the third, because I'm about to blowAnd be the shit, my wordI don't give a *****, I ain't trying to quit at allEven if my back is up against the wall, I brawlIt's a struggle in life, and it struggles the gameBut whatever you gain when you at your worst at you feel the pain insideThat's when I'm near my goalI could taste success, gotta stay in controlSee 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 shitEven If I didn't start, I was bound to flipGettin to me in the worst wayShot my little nigga on his birthdayRest in piece to my nigga RayI know the Demon want me nextI see you schemin on me nextBut I'm about to flex, Devil you can checkChorus 3X[Buckshot]I'm livin in the world, where nothin is freeGotta pay the Devil even if I smoke treesOh come on now, is it on now?Smoke my weed and the public put me on foulWhen the judge lock me up I see the jury smileGigglin, finger wigglin, he gone for a whileHit a nigga, what? your shoes don't fit a niggaYou just wanna get a nigga, I figureI'mma be the livin proofHit them niggas, blow up like koofPut your smoke inside your face like poofWhat now mutha*****a? 98 Duck Down niggaStraight to ya chest like arrow niggaStraight shots, Devil wanna put me in the lotSix street deep till a nigga rot
