'all feelin' the pressure (Got ya'll feelin' the pressure Phonte feelin' the pressure, feelin the pressue Got ya'll feelin' the pressure Big Pooh feelin' the pressure
pressure (Got ya'll feelin' the pressure Phonte feelin' the pressure, feelin the pressue Got ya'll feelin' the pressure Big Pooh feelin' the pressure so feel the pressure
Traduzione: Little Brother. La pressione.
tha signs I was blinded criminal minds of a young black brotha doin' time so many brothas framed in this dirty game it's a shame so much pressure
just that little nast nigga With the ladies sneaking on the jewels The voice is calm But my words are strong Like hurricanes I might spit A little cum
rest and buried Have Mercy On Me [CHORUS] Please Have Mercy On Me Oh Lord, Please Have Mercy On Me Pressure bust pipes Pressure can also make a diamond Pressure
money It cost my homie Nook his whole life, ya heard me? When he was here it was easy to love him like a brother Now thats he's gone I find it difficult
You could say one was annoying the other disappointed But they still love each other they should there brothers Son get your brother out of jail Because with a little
clock cash so fast This is a stick up, nigga, don't even try it If you go as far as to blink an eye, muthafucka you gon' die Pressure I apply, no lie,
I had to make it happen Sacramentos most wanted I gotta keep packin, cuz of that My favorite cousin just go four years And when his little brotha died
intersect with me The fire in the eye could never be held back, (its the same) Pressure that made the liberty bell crack, (its the same) Pressure that made my brother
The Game spit three I said "Fuck It!" I'm a have to show these niggaz somethin' 33 is the number that enlightens the Brother Insight to the fullest that
gamut from outstandin to preposterous On top of this I move posteriors Brother impoverished the +pac shuries+ My process: accomplish through percevierence Every man's not my brother
came through yesterday, he was no Fefferday{?} Now Thanksgiving is over, I cut the grass a little bit Above beyond the perfect task, strings around yo' ass Michael Myers, brother
I'ma stand on my own, so thanks but no thanks Keep the pranks as I bid farewell I gotta answer to Marcus and Jennel And to little brother Terrence who
wants to tell you a lil' story E-Roc, kick it [E-Roc] Pressure, is gettin to my dome See, I need some food for my little boy's tummy Pulled up a chair
in my head It imbeds the type of thoughts That got a lot of brothers dead The smarter brother knows To keep his foes close And I'm the type of brothers
hook] High-Tech young niggas with a little scratch, could be richer Hustling to make enough to buy the shit I need Like a bag of weed, I was blind now a nigga see everything Brothers
