CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Seven Pounds of Pressure
Seven pounds of pressure
Seven pounds of motherf**kin' pressure
All it takes just a second
You ever think about what it’s gone take to kill a n***a
All you really need is seven pounds of pressure
(They gonna want to talk about it, motherf**kin' pressure)
All the dollars in the world in your bank account
Ain’t never gone amount up to that seven pounds of pressure
(Let’s talk motherf**kin' pressure then f**k n***a, let’s talk about it)
I put a hole in a whole motherf**ka and I ain’t feel sh*t, uh
I’m a bеast I’m a lion better pray I don’t empty that clip uh
N***as bе out here lying talking bout they killers and sh*t
Lil' Mississippi Murda might still be blood on my shirt
Same n***a I see off in the club
Same n***a gone be in a hearse
Might catch that pu**y n***a outside
Put his a** in the dirt
I done seen so many n***as die and some n***as deserve it
I keep that 45 on my left side a n***a makin me nervous
I got that seven pounds of pressure
Seven pounds of motherf**kin' pressure
All it take is just a second
Yeah I got that seven pounds of pressure
Seven pounds of pressure on the dresser
All it take is just a second
You ever think about what it’s gone take to kill a n***a
All you really need is seven pounds of pressure
All the dollars in the world in your bank account
Ain’t never gone amount up to that seven pounds of pressure
You ever think about what it’s gone take to kill a n***a
All you really need is seven pounds of pressure
All the dollars in the world in your bank account
Ain’t never gone amount up to that seven pounds of pressure
Hot n***a wit a cold soul
B*t*h da realest it get
And I ain’t runnin' from sh*t
Remember I couldn’t pay rent
So I run in your sh*t
It’s dat or stay with my b*t*h
And I ain’t gon stay with my b*t*h
Rather hit me a lick
Now a n***a get rich
They know MURDA ain’t playin'
Bout to fall out with my n***as
Bout the slick sh*t that they sayin'
And it ain’t no heaven for no thug n***a
Ain't no use in me prayin'
But only god can judge me n***a
What da f**k is you sayin'
Yea I got that seven pounds of pressure
Seven pounds of pressure
(What it takes to kill a n***a)
Yeah I got that seven pounds of pressure
Seven pounds of motherf**kin pressure, all it takes is just a second
You ever think about what it’s gone take to kill a n***a
All you really need is seven pounds of pressure
All the dollars in the world in your bank account
Ain’t never gone amount up to that seven pounds of pressure
You ever think about what it’s gone take to kill a n***a
All you really need is seven pounds of pressure
All the dollars in the world in your bank account
Ain’t never gone amount up to that seven pounds of pressure
Tell me
What would you do
If you came up from da mud
They label you as a thug
Sellin' dope, shootin' slugs
Washing off n***as blood
Get killed or be a killa
I’m cold hearted and wicked
Is dis da life dat I’m living
What would you do
Fallin victim to a culture
We sinning like we suppose to
Them demons keep gettin closer
A product of your environment
Thuggin' ain’t no retirement
Knowing I’m living wrong
I’d rather be dead and gone
Now tell me
You ever think about what it’s gone take to kill a n***a
All you really need is seven pounds of pressure
All the dollars in the world in your bank account
Ain’t never gone amount up to that seven pounds of pressure
You ever think about what it’s gone take to kill a n***a
All you really need is seven pounds of pressure
All the dollars in the world in your bank account
Ain’t never gone amount up to that seven pounds of pressure
You ever think about what it’s gone take to kill a n***a
All you really need is seven pounds of pressure
All the dollars in the world in your bank account
Ain’t never gone amount up to that seven pounds of pressure
(N***a that really all the f**k it take, get your a** on up outta here, you don’t wanna feel that pressure)
Seven pounds of motherf**kin' pressure
All it takes just a second
You ever think about what it’s gone take to kill a n***a
All you really need is seven pounds of pressure
(They gonna want to talk about it, motherf**kin' pressure)
All the dollars in the world in your bank account
Ain’t never gone amount up to that seven pounds of pressure
(Let’s talk motherf**kin' pressure then f**k n***a, let’s talk about it)
I put a hole in a whole motherf**ka and I ain’t feel sh*t, uh
I’m a bеast I’m a lion better pray I don’t empty that clip uh
N***as bе out here lying talking bout they killers and sh*t
Lil' Mississippi Murda might still be blood on my shirt
Same n***a I see off in the club
Same n***a gone be in a hearse
Might catch that pu**y n***a outside
Put his a** in the dirt
I done seen so many n***as die and some n***as deserve it
I keep that 45 on my left side a n***a makin me nervous
I got that seven pounds of pressure
Seven pounds of motherf**kin' pressure
All it take is just a second
Yeah I got that seven pounds of pressure
Seven pounds of pressure on the dresser
All it take is just a second
You ever think about what it’s gone take to kill a n***a
All you really need is seven pounds of pressure
All the dollars in the world in your bank account
Ain’t never gone amount up to that seven pounds of pressure
You ever think about what it’s gone take to kill a n***a
All you really need is seven pounds of pressure
All the dollars in the world in your bank account
Ain’t never gone amount up to that seven pounds of pressure
Hot n***a wit a cold soul
B*t*h da realest it get
And I ain’t runnin' from sh*t
Remember I couldn’t pay rent
So I run in your sh*t
It’s dat or stay with my b*t*h
And I ain’t gon stay with my b*t*h
Rather hit me a lick
Now a n***a get rich
They know MURDA ain’t playin'
Bout to fall out with my n***as
Bout the slick sh*t that they sayin'
And it ain’t no heaven for no thug n***a
Ain't no use in me prayin'
But only god can judge me n***a
What da f**k is you sayin'
Yea I got that seven pounds of pressure
Seven pounds of pressure
(What it takes to kill a n***a)
Yeah I got that seven pounds of pressure
Seven pounds of motherf**kin pressure, all it takes is just a second
You ever think about what it’s gone take to kill a n***a
All you really need is seven pounds of pressure
All the dollars in the world in your bank account
Ain’t never gone amount up to that seven pounds of pressure
You ever think about what it’s gone take to kill a n***a
All you really need is seven pounds of pressure
All the dollars in the world in your bank account
Ain’t never gone amount up to that seven pounds of pressure
Tell me
What would you do
If you came up from da mud
They label you as a thug
Sellin' dope, shootin' slugs
Washing off n***as blood
Get killed or be a killa
I’m cold hearted and wicked
Is dis da life dat I’m living
What would you do
Fallin victim to a culture
We sinning like we suppose to
Them demons keep gettin closer
A product of your environment
Thuggin' ain’t no retirement
Knowing I’m living wrong
I’d rather be dead and gone
Now tell me
You ever think about what it’s gone take to kill a n***a
All you really need is seven pounds of pressure
All the dollars in the world in your bank account
Ain’t never gone amount up to that seven pounds of pressure
You ever think about what it’s gone take to kill a n***a
All you really need is seven pounds of pressure
All the dollars in the world in your bank account
Ain’t never gone amount up to that seven pounds of pressure
You ever think about what it’s gone take to kill a n***a
All you really need is seven pounds of pressure
All the dollars in the world in your bank account
Ain’t never gone amount up to that seven pounds of pressure
(N***a that really all the f**k it take, get your a** on up outta here, you don’t wanna feel that pressure)
