Buddha Monk And Popa Wu - Love Me lyrics

So much pressure, hold me tight (Ohh-ohh-ohh) Love me, love me, love me, they wanna slug me They wanna slug me, they wanna slug me Can I holler 'cross the street baby? The city is crazy, my hollered across the cross Boss cats boss with them boss gats Rap sacks then the spat, fast But we tossed back, comin' first infact Bulletproof love, first with facts My DAT thirst for dough, infact worse than foe By the moonlight clutch my lust Don't trust them hoes, to the d**h Or to the gusto, whatever comes first yo I push them funds where they shoot them crumbs Testin' the heat, stressed by the streets Checkin' for beasts, give respect when I reach For a hug from the guns exstacy Boogie next to me, Free stretch the scene Bless the Ol' D., my drink stay wooly on the low-key Hop seven beasts in the trenches Defences, gettin' missed by inches Life or die tryin', thug pa**ion love Slugs blastin', attract to cash, maggots and d** Holdin' court in the streets, howl at wolves on the other side Ride until my brother die, friends never wonder why Junior gotta die with his father's five Hold pie ambiance, same sh**, different struggle Life with this life, stay strength on the hip Holdin' the fifth, don't mean sh** 'less you hit Stay thick, click roll thick, flip and evict Spittin' the inf', can't have 'em lookin' for me Message for D's, we control your destiny Test for me when it's just best to speak Drop to my knees, can't hear 'em coppin' a plea Runnin' the streets, dunn who got it with me So when my brother speaks, ain't no presents for me Turn the other cheek, hittin' off repeatedly, G King of these streets, fiend to these beats Let the car seats lean, lick a shot when the cops will scream We all in this game, most cats starve in this thing Scramblin' for CREAM, the drama, the pain Son there's traum' on scene, son there's traum' on the scene