Artist: Busta Rhymes f/ Lil Wayne Album: Year of the Dragon Song: Pressure Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Yeah, we see you bust a bottle at your little table stuntin And we comin by the bar and get to fuckin up your front and puttin PRESSURE ON 'EM, we puttin PRESSURE ON 'EM We puttin PRESSURE ON 'EM, we puttin PRESSURE ON 'EM Okay, we see you in your Phantom actin cocky with your missus Yeah you ball until you see us pull up and now them bitches puttin PRESSURE ON 'EM, we puttin PRESSURE ON 'EM We puttin PRESSURE ON 'EM, we puttin PRESSURE ON 'EM [Busta Rhymes] Ay, aiyyo When we do this shit, now tell me why is you competin? When I be that type of nigga that get money when I'm sleepin And when I'm fartin and shittin I cop countries on the weekends So ambitious my accountants cop continents when I'm eatin for me Busta Bust, the most dominant, start retreatin Beat the street up, shit be soundin remarkable when I'm speakin homie Huge rechargable batteries, bitch I'm tweakin only Short circuit electric chair voltages, every feature call me! {*gasp*} Like I'm short for breath drownin in money rushes Fuck a blunt bitch, I'm inhalin muffler smoke from buses I defend my money like soldiers, I come to punish Defense mechanism from infections the way that puss is Ain't no fuckin around or frontin, get it? As for gettin this bread I'm like vomit, so disgusting with it Here's my other alias, don't forget it Call me Snowblower, blowin this bread like it's nothin with it [Chorus] [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 girl lips, got my dick restin on 'em Soon as it 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 him No Spinderella, just plenty metal for any fellow Semi settle everything for me, end everything for me Smokin on that G-13 and everything funny 'Specially y'all bitch ass niggaz, kiss ass niggaz Blood Gang, six flags nigga, no rollercoaster Real shit, we hold the bread, the hoes hold the toasters Young Casanova, I bend they asses over She say my dick's stronger than a six-pack of Cola Man I'm so fly, I got arachnophobia Pressure bust pipes, but Weezy bust twice Ha ha! [Chorus]