"Pressure" lyrics

[Busta Rhymes:]
Yeah, we see you bust a bottle at your little table stunting
And we coming by the bar get the fucking up your fronting, putting
Pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
Okay, we see you in your Phantom acting cocky with your misses
Yeah, you balling till you see us pull up in nine of them bitches, putting
Pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em

When we do this shit now, tell me, why is you competing?
When I be that type of nigga that get money when I'm sleeping
And when I'm farting and shitting I cop countries on the weekend
So ambitious, my accountants cop continents when I'm eating for me
Bussa Buss the most dominant, start retreating
Beat the street up, shit be sounding remarkable
When I'm speaking, homie
Huge rechargeable batteries, bitch, I'm tweaking, only
Short circuit electric chair voltages every feature
Coly, like I'm short for breath, drowning in money rushes
Fuck a blunt, bitch, I'm inhaling muffles and smoke from buses
I defend my money like soldiers I come to punish
Defence mechanism from infections, the way that Buss is
Ain't no fucking around, I'm fronting, get it?
As for getting this bread I'm like vomit, so disgusting with it
Here's my other alias, don't forget it, call me snow-blower
Blowing this bread like it's nothing with it

Yeah, we see you bust a bottle at your little table stunting
And we coming by the bar get the fucking up your fronting, putting
Pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
Okay, we see you in your Phantom acting cocky with your misses
Yeah, you balling till you see us pull up in nine of them bitches, putting
Pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em

[Lil Wayne:]
Okay, Weezy F Baby, man, I gotta put the pressure on 'em
Young Money the special team, we so Devin Hester on 'em
Right up on your girls lips, got my dick resting on 'em
Soon as they woke up, it came and left it on 'em
Swag with no effort on 'em, quicker than a leopard on 'em
If he got beef, watch me sprinkle salt and pepper on 'em
No Spinderella, just plenty metal for any fellow
Semi settle everything for me and everything for me
Smoking on that G13 and everything funny
'Specially y'all bitch-ass niggas, kiss-ass niggas
Blood gang 6 flags niggas, no roller-coaster
Real shit, we hold the bread, the hoes hold the toasters
Young Casanova, I bend their asses over
She say my dick stronger than a six-pack of Cola
Man, I'm so fly I got arachnophobia
Pressure bust pipes, but Weezy bust twice
Ha-ha-ha

[Busta Rhymes:]
Yeah, we see you bust a bottle at your little table stunting
And we coming by the bar get the fucking up your fronting, putting
Pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
Okay, we see you in your Phantom acting cocky with your misses
Yeah, you balling till you see us pull up in nine of them bitches, putting
Pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em