Seven pounds of pressure Seven pounds of mother fuckin' pressure All it takes just a second You ever think about what it's gon' take to kill a nigga? All you really need is seven pounds of pressure (They gonna want to talk about it, mother fuckin' pressure) (Watch out, watch out) All the dollars in the world in your bank account Ain't never gone amount up to them seven pounds of pressure Let's talk about mother fuckin' pressure then Fuck nigga, let's talk about it I put a hole in a whole mother fucker, and I ain't feel shit, uh I'm a beast, I'm a lion, better pray I don't empty that clip, uh Niggas be out here lying talking 'bout they killers and shit Lil 'Mississippi murda, might still be blood on my shirt Same nigga I see off in the club Same nigga gon' be in the hearse Might catch that pussy nigga outside Put his ass in the dirt I done seen so many niggas die and some niggas deserve it I keep that .45 on my left side, nigga makin' me nervous I got that seven pounds of pressure Seven pressure mother fuckin' 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 gon' take to kill a nigga? 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 them seven pounds of pressure You ever think about what it's gone take to kill a nigga? 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 them seven pounds of pressure Hot nigga with a cold soul Bitch, da realest it get And I ain't runnin' from shit Remember I couldn't pay rent So I run up in your shit It's that or stay with my bitch And I ain't gon stay with my bitch Rather hit me a lick Now a nigga get rich They know MURDA ain't playin' 'Bout to fall out with my niggas 'Bout the slick shit that they sayin And it ain't no heaven for no thug nigga Ain't no use in me prayin' But only God can judge me, nigga What da fuck is you sayin'? Yeah, I got that seven pounds of pressure Seven pounds of pressure (What it takes to kill a nigga) Yeah, I got that seven pounds of pressure Seven pounds of mother fuckin' pressure All it takes is just a second You ever think about what it's gone take to kill a nigga? 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 them seven pounds of pressure You ever think about what it's gone take to kill a nigga? 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 them 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 and shootin' slugs Washing off a niggas blood Get killed or be a killa I'm cold hearted and wicked Is this tha life that I'm living What would you do? Fallen' 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 nigga? All you really need is seven pounds of pressure (What would you do?) All the dollars in the world in your bank account Ain't never gone amount up to them seven pounds of pressure You ever think about what it's gone take to kill a nigga? 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 them seven pounds of pressure You ever think about what it's gone take to kill a nigga? 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 them seven pounds of pressure What it takes to kill a nigga That's all it fuckin' take Get your ass on up outta here You don't wanna feel that pressure

Let's get it on! We don't give a what what! We don't give a what what! (Shitttt) Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (C'MON!) Now you can ride to this motherfucker (Uh) Bounce to this motherfucker (Uh) Freak to this motherfucker Let's get it on! Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Once again it's the Dark-Man, nigga Hit or spark a nigga Break apart a nigga But the dog is bigger, under stress, so unless You're wanting to bless to the chest These slugs from his liver rest, REST! Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga DUMB SEX, motherfucker feeding dirt on a nigga My hands stay dirty, 'cause I play dirty the mob way You don't know? Fuck it, find out the hard way A nigga's job is never done I handle my business how it come And there's never been a one on one Nor has there been a problem I dissolve them I'm like salt, lock it up hate to fall but never wreck his car And it's my fault, keep niggaz on point ducking down Niggaz like you, need to get busted, you fucking clown I extort to support my peeps And hold down the fort, never get caught 'cause I creeps NIGGA! Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (C'MON!) Now you can ride to this motherfucker (Uh) Bounce to this motherfucker (Uh) Freak to this motherfucker Let's get it on! Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor I'm at the crossroads, I look but I'm not really sure which way to go Should I play that low for what I did the other day? They on their way to float, got me striking this random I can't stand 'em, fake ass niggaz wanting to be the Phantom Looking over my shoulder, cause it's colder than it was And start shorty, because I'm a little older than cuz And the buzz grom the saw with the chain to your brain Will turn that BIG NIGGA to a fucking stain That pain from the dirt makes the hurt go away for a minute But I'm gon' die by it cause I'm like knee deep in it And you motherfuckers wonder why I start shit? 'Cause when you look in my face, you see that hard shit! 'Cause I done been to hell and back, I ain't wit selling crack I'd rather rob a nigga, leave him wit a shell up in his back On the real, just to show proof I hit the G.W.B., and blow the whole roof Off the toll booth, bitch ass nigga! Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (C'MON!) Now you can ride to this motherfucker (Uh) Bounce to this motherfucker (Uh) Freak to this motherfucker Let's get it on! Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor When I crawl, leave a nigga sprawled out after I spoke him I'll slit his throat, dick in the mud, and let his blood choke him Up north, niggaz get the pick stuck up in em And in the streets, bitches get the dick stuck up in em My M.O. is man-slaughter, kid 'Cause, on the reals, I done wet up more motherfuckers than water did Slid, 'cause I got to slide when the dirt is done A homicide, but they want me on the Murder One But as long as I got my gun, I'm aight Stay outta sight while it's light and then come out at night To make moves again stomp and bruise again I know I'm going to hell, 'cause I choose to sin All my motherfucking life, I been the Devil's advocate Now, niggaz never even knew the devil had a kid But he does and when you hear the buzz of the chainsaw You'll know why I'll split your motherfucking brains for! Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (C'MON!) Now you can ride to this motherfucker (Uh) Bounce to this motherfucker (Uh) Freak to this motherfucker Let's get it on! Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing You wanna start something, it's gon' be somethin' You wanna start something, it's gon' be somethin' Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing You wanna start something, it's gon' be somethin' You wanna start something, it's gon' be somethin' Yo yo c'mon!

Hey, there bad seeds, let's get it on I'll shut up and keep my end Let's get it on Our sycophantic replacements are here at last So impossible The doubt in the everything, on everything Is so impossible So load up and keep marching The push is on So impossible The doubt in everything, on everything Is so impossible Down came your blackbird to suffer in my arms

Breaking down and I had the whole world watching But the worst part is really who watched me? Every night I cried, I almost died And nobody close tried to stop me Long as everybody getting paid, right? Everything will be okay, right? I'm winning, so nobody tripping Bet if I ever fall off everybody go missing (At night) I'm sittin' in a dark room thinking Probably why I always end up drinking (Yes), I'm very depressed How can somebody so blessed wanna slit they wrist? Shit, I'd probably bleed out some Pinot When they find me, I'm in Valentino, ayy He pouring me shots thinking it's lit Hah, little did he know This pussy depressed, hmm I'm about to stress him, yeah Pink nails 'round his neck, huh But this ain't domestic, ayy Think it's going down, hah Now he stand corrected, ayy This pussy depressed, hmm I'm about to stress him, ah Ayy, damn I got problems Never thought a bitch like me would ever hit rock bottom Man, I miss my parents Way too anxious, always cancel my plans Pulled up, caught him cheatin' Gettin' his dick sucked in the same spot I'm sleeping Lord, give me a break I don't know how much more of this shit I can take (ayy) How long you been worried 'bout me telling people that's not me? Honestly it kinda feel like you plottin', watching Why is you speaking on me at my lowest When you acted like you ain't noticed? I was tripping, going crazy And they low-key hatin' so they ain't gonna say shit Damn, I finally see it I'm killing myself when bitches would die to be me This pussy depressed, hmm I'm about to stress him, yeah Pink nails 'round his neck, huh But this ain't domestic, ayy Think it's going down, hah Now he stand corrected, ayy This pussy depressed, hmm I'm about to stress him, ah I ain't going, yeah No emotion, ayy Back outside, yeah Back in motion, ayy He keep calling, hmm I ignore it, ayy He say I'm crazy, hmm Don't I know it, ah