Lyrics:
turn it up, that's really how you work the V
Your stash ain't never dry if you getting your work from me
We do this shit perfectly, we're enough
No Pressure
Lyrics by Gregory Avery
Chorus
Rockin my peers putting suckers in fear
(G-Strong)
Rockin my peers putting
a party at yo home and my niggas kid-n-play
That's enough of writing songs now a nigga need some bass
That's enough about your goals now a nigga need some
why you got to keep
The game on the shelf and by all means
Look out for your legitimate work
So let me put you up on the scoop
Because suckers like
faking statistics
These niggas be leaving they lipstick
On top of my dick tip
Pussy I whiff it from miles away
I will never work with niggas that do
to the police like pardon me
I told his hoe ass not to start with me
I guess he thought heart wasn’t part of me
Growing up I got that a lot
The death of Shi made
great
Act soft you will get beat
On death row they got their own hot seat
For those who feel that they are truly elite
The last thing you see's a priest
out she ass
Niggas will envy you and try to get you blast
I got jacked once thank God that I’m blessed
Gun cocked to face visioning my death
Learn
And once you marked for death than your ass is smoked
Cause niggas dying young in the ghetto
Gang banging that can get you 40 to life
So choose your
Ugh I won't go out like no sucker ugh
Like the bitch real, low key that bitch ill
Sometime that bitch will, pull the trigger that bitch kill
I ain't
the buckshot
[Sounds of gunfire]
That's how I like to do work
[Gunfire again]
Got guts on my T-shirt
Motherfuckers tried to play the ice
Because I rhyme
first gun go bang, the violence no thing
suckers cannot hang, I bring them them smoke by the strain
Who was ratchet as us? Project kids— questioned if God
test
By God I'm blessed
I'm fresh to death
The city that never sleeps
Getting money til I rest
Jonez
Chorus
Come from a city that never sleeps,
Too
think it's time you did
Something that scares you
In death will you part with your conscience
In death will your conscience fall apart
This is the last
just give it up
You tried to beat me in a game that I made up
And by the time you learnt the rules and tried to change your fate
Its too little too late
the work, kill the connect
You look dry so we leaving you wet
I don't care if I'm sentenced to death
I'ma still get dough 'til my very last breath
to work
I must to bust two nuts back to bay
Never seen a bitch work head like that
She had me jumpin' out of my seat
Workin' her jaws to the beat
She
Death of a sucker part one, too hot
Backspace comma, at the beach in the Bahamas
With a 45 tucked in my pants like a condom
Haters don't want it man
You
down
Up north or down south
Mid-west can get you touched
Westside would make you lunch
Get clapped in the afternoon
By some fuckin goons that would make
Juro - The Heat (Produced by Infinitee)
[Verse - Juro]
I'm bringing the fire, not maybe
This world could make you feel crazy
Work ethic never
Them cops I got stopped by they Corrupt too
Shoot a black and get a paid leave that Ain't nothing new
I done seen a hater hate a player for a Buck or two
The style
of the rap makes your hands clap Take care sucker 'cause the lines
are
strapped They mean business no time for play If you bite a line they
I dry erase existance and Ishkur
Whispers to me that the kiss of death is
Not the answer for fixing ignorance
You bitch should just zip your lips
that's like my uncle getting approved for credit
I do it to death
When I start hooking right you be hanging a left
Check out the only crew
That makes
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