Pressure Busta Rhymes (Ft. Lil Wayne)

[Chorus: 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
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
Yea 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

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
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 contries on the weekend
So ambitious my accoundents 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 rechargable batteries, bitch I'm tweaking, only
Short circuit electric chair bolteses every feature Coly*HIIIH* 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 its nothing with it