same clean date and 4 dicks My pockets flat kid You do the math on 5:15 an hour full time after taxes, c'mon That wasn't good enough to keep my MO Shit
we made it through the night (c'mon c'mon) 3 minutes to sunrise Oh baby now, what are we gonna do? (Do it, do it..) [Common] Pressure puh-pressure what? The pressure
he say she say, Blog sites, him and her broke up World star, Nah right Dumb fans, they believe everything that y'all write Found out friends fake couldn't even facade right Pressures
(feat. Lil' Keke) [Intro:] Screw done already warned me [x4] I'm fin to come through, with a tilted bumper kit [Hook: x4] Screw done already warned
, Stand so tall theyll have to raise that ceiling man VERSE 4 PRESSURE From a young age I was making my mark, chasing my start, Forever aint enough when
you carry is wholesome Regulation #3: make yo' cheese, never eat it Regulation #4: never put yo' trust in a hoe (The rules and regulations) Chorus: E-40 (repeat 4
properly Just won't settle for lesser, who wanna test us We be in the 5 with the goose headrests L.O.X. put niggaz under pressure You shoulda knew that
we made it through the night (c?mon c?mon) 3 minutes to sunrise Oh baby now, what are we gonna do? (Do it, do it..) [Common] Pressure puh-pressure what? The pressure
my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz [Yaki Kadafi] We do this thug life shit, like 4, 5,
my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz [Yaki Kadafi] We do this thug life shit, like 4, 5
- 50 Cent] From the beginnin' to end Losers lose, winners win This is real, we ain't got to pretend The cold world that we in Is full of pressure and
Now you got the drop, know their daily routine So the 2nd rule please leave the crime scene please 3rd rule pick a day, 4th rule pick a time 5th rule
got my candy lookin good enough to eat you can tell by the way the girls act across the street hit the horn, but no stallin, keep ballin 4 o'clock sunday
'd be some broke mother fuckers I'm a cannibal I'm salted and twisted while eatin pretzels Screaming eat beef stabbin you with dinner utensils I'm under pressure
' on fly shit, instead of the great skies They bring 5's, hate Nas, wishin i bring guys [?], the niggaz sing "why?" Guess they ain't strong enough to
a man fresher, we apply pressure You a lie, crooked in the street, when I fire like a Vietnam veteran [Chorus: w/ ad libs] [Verse 5: Guilty Simpson