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Under Pressure
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Gangsta Rap
Under Pressure was released on April 17, 2001 by Black Market Records as a part of the album Thug Religion
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Release DateApril 17, 2001
LabelBlack Market Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM85

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Killa Tay feat: K.G.
Killa Tay feat: K.G.
Performer

Lyrics

Intro
We came to speak on the politics
We ain't rapping about the streets no more
We been there and did that
Feel me
We wanna talk about the money in the rap game
We ready to make millions
Feel this
We living under pressure
These devils had a plan for us
But ain't no breaking weak
We rule the streets in god we trust
Lord forgive me if I kill
Cause I just can't take it
They try to rob my race blind
But we destined to make it
They read the bible as kings
And treat the blacks like slaves
Confederate flags equal toe tags
Until we get paid
I know the system is getting rich
Locking up my people
Finally recognize the game of life
It's all evil
Cops is corrupt
The governments messed up
So many demons scheming for my cash
It ain't enough to touch
Mom still struggling with a smile on her face
I'm blowing cali green doja
And I'm loving the taste
I waste no time
My mind on making a real change
If you step back in hells gates twice
You'll feel flames
God show me love
I got a nation of thugs
That need assistance
Only you can make a difference
I watch the news waiting for the truth to be told
We black and proud
When intelligent thug babies the mold
So let me know
Where my homies at
Revolution is my solution
Till the president rewrite the constitution
Hook
We living under pressure
But we ain't gon crack
Try to lock the thugs up
And make us put the drugs up
We know bread they got us fucked up
We hot heads who raise fists
And assassinate the tricks
Who insist to turn snitch
So we living under pressure
But we ain't gon crack
Try to lock the thugs up
And make us put the drugs up
With no bread they got us fucked up
We hot heads who raise fists
And assassinate the tricks
Who insist to turn snitch
It's a blessing that I'm still breathing
I know they wanna see me dead for financial reasons
They playing games with my head
I'm letting my fro grow back
And I ain't riding with no strap
Cause the Sacramento PD don't know how to act
I'm under pressure
They taunting and watching me
But I'm still here
Supernatural down for the battle
I never feel fear
It's been the same for years
Ask the homie C-Bo or Freddie Smith
They stealing the chips
And keeping us locked up
So they can count dollars off me
And classify me as a felon
When I finally break free
I need my civil rights
And double ACP feel me
Not the average
I'm a savage till my enemies feel me
It's my rules
Letting them flow
I hope your family approve
I paid real dues
Ready to make moves
Ain't warring to Jehovah
Call vengeance is mine
No longer stuck on the grind
We on the prime time
It's God's plan
Hook
We living under pressure
But we ain't gon crack
Try to lock the thugs up
And make us put the drugs up
We know bread they got us fucked up
We hot heads who raise fists
And assassinate the tricks
Who insist to turn snitch
So we living under pressure
But we ain't gon crack
Try to lock the thugs up
And make us put the drugs up
With no bread they got us fucked up
We hot heads who raise fists
And assassinate the tricks
Who insist to turn snitch
I tried to struggle on my own
But the truth is
Family come first
I see the preacher grinning
When he see my face in the church
My brain works in mysterious ways
I blaze chronic
But I keep my mind straight
Cause tomorrow ain't promised
I pray everyday
Hoping we can finally see the light
Cause if we work for a living
The system gotta treat us right
So much wickedness infested in the black mans blood
Real thugs love money and drugs
But where my hugs
Peace treaty across the nation
Ain't no reason to fight
New millennium
All you need is G.O.D. in your life
And everything's alright
We raising hell
Cause I'm sick of seeing the homies catching L's
Left to rot in a cell
Forever stuck in a jail
Cause the system got us hustling
And headed for self destruction
Trying to hide the corruption
You know the programs
Public pretenders
Trying to stick me
Cause my business is risky
Corporate world hella shifty
Got my kids hungry
Waiting on daddy
But ain't no paper if I'm stuck at home
So promoting is in my nature
Under pressure
California made me this way
And I'mma stay a thug until I see my grave
It's such a gifted world
Hook
We living under pressure
But we ain't gon crack
Try to lock the thugs up
And make us put the drugs up
We know bread they got us fucked up
We hot heads who raise fists
And assassinate the tricks
Who insist to turn snitch
So we living under pressure
But we ain't gon crack
Try to lock the thugs up
And make us put the drugs up
With no bread they got us fucked up
We hot heads who raise fists
And assassinate the tricks
Who insist to turn snitch
Written by: ALLEN MICHAEL, Antonio, Kene Bell, RIPOLL MICHAEL DOUGLAS
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