Lyrics Canon – What It Sounds Like

Pressure one pressure two playa dem tough
This is what it sounds like when a bad man bust
Pressure one pressure two playa dem tough
This is what it sounds like when a bad man bust

That bad man in his beater
Brought out his nine millimeter
He sat all up in his chuck
He be pd off while he holds his heater

Such blood thirst, drippeth up off the lips of he who seeks them

Rum pum pum they shot down his brother and leave em

Some body gotta pay for this evil
To the grave he will kill them all he will
They don turned him to a killer when the gun pop he will dump everything that he filled

Now vengeance was the lords
But down in his heart it’s ice that he feels

God will have his vengeance even for the blood that even that he spilled

Guns bang at the brukout
A chain of vain shootouts
And shutdown the shooter
Even the boy who had the look out

He’s hot with no fevaaa
Only death for his could please ahhhem
Though they crossed em he still double crossed the son of god with treason

Pressure one pressure two playa dem tough
This is what it sounds like when a bad man bust
Pressure one pressure two playa dem tough
This is what it sounds like when a bad man bust
This is what dem sound like

Now I could tell you what it sounds like, when the gun pops in the late night

When they shoot off
While theyer making it reindeer
They’ll knock your Rudolph

And them gs from 35 minutes away
Ain’t ride with the guns to cool off

The agenda was only to blow your freaking mind socks and shows off

The violence gotta be stopped
Who the heck wants to just be the middle man
The little man
With the heart of a lion who’s life involves the bigger plan

Somebody would step to the plate
And with his courage, he speaks to make change

This the shot he made, but somebody else made theirs but close range

Now this is what it sound like

They call it violence, ain’t no place safe, ain’t no place to play
The rounds came, chopping up at your frame
«five o» never came

Same bidness where I came from
Chi town different day
Lay low buddy better hope they don’t know where yo pop and mama stay

Will this end, this is becoming a trend, again and again
Move from maywood but they shoot like its Iraq, Pakistan

But you can pack or stand
Here but know that death he has no friend

Though this time will end, I hope you end where I will end my friend
Until its one o’clock, two o’clock, three o’cloak g’s
Four o’clock, five o’clock, six o’cloak g’s
Seven o’clock, eight o’clock, nine o’cloak g’s
Ten o’clock, eleven o’clock, twelve o’cloak g’s

Ehh
Now this is what it sounds like (bang bang)
Now this is what it sounds like…
Now this is what it sounds like (bang bang)

Pressure one pressure two playa dem tough
This is what it sounds like when a bad man bust
Pressure one pressure two
This is what it sounds like when a bad man bust
This is what dem sound like
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