Pressure

[Verse 1] Pressure everyday by the same old thang Niggas thinking that they hard, niggas claiming a gang Barely reaching age 20 in the '93 And waking up every morning to live through just a day Watching for my jack, watching my back Watching for my crack with the sight and the tec that I pack I got homies on my side but I really don't know Cause them same trick niggas be fighting over hoes Say they down with Coop but the condition is critical But I can't deal with niggas if your thoughts not identical I hold on my own, not even looking for help Cause a nigga like Coop is getting down for oneself Never trusting a nigga, and never trusting a bitch Cause a nigga ain't shit, and a bitch is to hit And every night I close my eyes, then I pray And check up on my mama to be sure she's okay I'm hoping that the next day my mama will awake Please spare her life Lord, cause mine's here to take And will I see the stars or will I see the bars? Another young black society in scars [Hook] For life under pressure Under pressure Pressure Under pressure Like this [Verse 2] Way past ten, I can't cope with my life A daytime player but a thief of the night I'm true to the game, always kept the mentality Had to pack a strap just for the fear in me And now it's on my side 20 years where they stood I dedicated life to the street of my hood And back in '87 no control of my mind I'm hanging on the cuts with a sack full of dimes Had to keep my business on the earn like a G And ain't nobody know a damn thing about me Greatly influenced by my homie Rust The only nigga in the hood that had a nigga's trust In the battlefield of my city streets Where only the strong survive, and the weak shall sleep With the feel of war on the skin of me A black player considered the enemy [Hook] Damn, pressure Under pressure Pressure Under pressure [Verse 3] I had nowhere to run, with nowhere to hide A player to the upmost hail by my pride I got another stripe in the year '92 No good to be slipping, cause I had a few Draped in black spitting game like a pharaoh Making to this bitch that had to be they ho And now they're trying to play on this player like a mark And yelling they hood can hit me up in the dark A nigga from the metro, so they all stare Hometown crew had let they timples flare And just 20 sail cook ass for the gin Now some nigga put a test on that fool's chin As I looked up, I saw em heading my direction I squeezed a trigger and hit the mid-section Pressured by his peers, and couldn't see the light He had me under pressure, so I took his life [Hook] Damn, under pressure Under pressure More pressure Under pressure Under pressure Pressure Under pressure Under pressure Pressure