Little Brother - The Pressure lyrics

[Phonte:] Unh, unh, unh, unh, let it, bounce Unh, unh, unh, unh, let it, bounce You know sometimes a n***a get tired of always Talkin' about sh** he ain't got, milkin on sh** Sometims you gotta make use of what you got here, man We right here, doin it, let it bounce Use to wish on a star that I'd have big plaques Big awards right here on the wall, everything that gleam Lamp shades, back stage, for this n***a askin' Tay, would you work ten years for your dream Seven years later, now I see just what he mean Cuz this is real life and I'm livin' kinda regular Got a house, got a car, got a wife, [?] Big Dho, manager, HOJ's the team You can say I'm satisfied, though I often an*lyze Why this rap sh** rip my hear at the seams This ain't time to fantasize, I'm not a whippersnapper I'm trying to get these crackers for all of they cream Like Dairy Queen or Häagen-Dazs Cuz the rap audience like the way I handle bars Like it before they thoughts, Oh so easily, just like Sheila E When she was singing Hollyrock, Oh, check out the scene We ain't got time for your bullsh** schemes Cuz once Tay begins, they say depends Much bigger than a sword and I'm a lyrical Lance-A-Lot I ain't gotta dance a lot, check the way I lean [Chorus: Rapper Big Pooh (Phonte)] Yes, yes, now! You now rockin' wit' the muh'f**in' best now Think of f**in' wit the team, I suggest not Real sh**, you can feel it in your chest, now Got y'all feelin' the pressure (Got ya'll feelin' the pressure Phonte feelin' the pressure, feelin the pressue Got ya'll feelin' the pressure Big Pooh feelin' the pressure so feel the pressure) [Rapper Big Pooh:] n***az block, women jock on your co*k, round the clock Get it, get it, don't stop, catch you on the rise Made a lil' dough in this rap game slow See my video, so they swear I'm movin' pies Old whip, new kicks, few flicks, same chick New picks, same b**h, no I'm not a star Let my hair grow, put my mic game down This the third time round, I'm shootin for a par We came this far, and no one a**isted Co-signed, or enlisted, like we ain't gifted We be gettin' lifted of the beats and drank liquor We call women hoes, that's if the name fits Put me in the box, I ain't wrappin' up sh** Made music my career, some of y'all just spit Homie, just sit back, pay attention Forgot to mention Hall of Justus is the click [Chorus] [Outro: Rapper Big Pooh (Phonte)] Can you feel that? That tight grip around your neck, n***a That's pressure n***a That's pressure n***a (Let it, bounce) Yeah, n***a, Mick I think that's enough Yeah, that's your new name, "n***a Mick" (Hehe, n******g) ni**er YOU'RE MY ni**er!