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Текст песни Smurf - Pressure

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He walked in the club, a million niggas givin` him poundsWhile all the featherheads, they licked they lips and starin` him downHe`s not concerned though, he fucked a few, but he got a main oneHe used to play the corners gettin` panties till she changed himHe came from normal hood shit, hands was nice thoughPunched out niggas` lights in most fights throughout live showsHe`s arrogant a little bit cause the way he visions itHe holds heat but doesn`t entertain the thought of gettin` hitSwiftly dipped through the crowd and all the people thereLookin` for his girl who had called him, told him to meet him thereHeard his name in a familiar voice but couldn`t see from whereWalked in the direction of the sound and found her seated nearThe exit, she grilled him and told him to sitAnd started wiggin`, said, "I see these chickens all on your dick"He went to respond but she started laughin`And said, "I`m just playin`" and askin` whether he remembered back whenThey first met in this very club in these very chairsStrugglin` to hear each other`s words, music everywhereHe said, "Of course baby, yeah," she smiled and gave a stareSaid, "We need to talk, so let`s walk and go get some air"About a block from the club they locked in a hugSon sayin`, "We alone, now what`s up?"She said, "Close your eyes," but they both were surprisedWhen a gunman turned the corner, dressed in stick-up disguiseShoved his lady to the ground and put the joint to his eyesHis life was on the line but what was even worse was his prideWouldn`t allow him to go down without a fight, so he jerked backSlapped the gun with his left hand, the hammer burst backRicochet off the wall, the gun fell, the guy bouncedSon went to chase him till he heard his lady cryin` outBlood-covered belly, ring was barely hangin` from her fleshCalled a ambulance, two minutes later she`s escapin` deathThe medics said she`s fine but she couldn`t stop from cryin`And her man couldn`t understand why thenShe said, "Close your eyes," and she whispered "surprise," he opened themAnd said, "Damn!" In her hand was a blood covered sonorgram[ CHORUS 2X ]Under pressure how will you react, your hand`s on your gatBut can you find another way of handlin` that?When under pressure, no exit, in fact, the wall`s to your backAre you considerin` the consequence of your acts?With one inside the chamber the youngster aimed his weapon at a strangerAn older woman randomly caught in the path of dangerNiggas said he ain`t have heart, he was determined to prove `em wrongBy makin` himself do soemthin` he knew was rongOn her chest he placed the barrel once he had the creamTold her, "Turn around, lay down, you die if you scream"Fled the scene powered by the butterflies inside his stomachHe was runnin` fast enough to win the Indy 500With the gun in his waist he ran straight toward the place of his aceHopin` no good samaritan gave chaseThought he was saved face when he told these niggas what he doneBut they was like, "Man, go `head with your bitch ass, son""Anyone can stick a old lady, you really on some thief shitThen go and stick one of them next niggas that we got beef with"He couldn`t believe it, his so-called friendsDidn`t appreciate the risk that he had taken for themNevertheless he plotted, once the nigga was spottedHe cornered him as he walked through the alley by his appartmentNervously he clutched the heater as he tried to play coolTook his money, made him run his ( ??? ) and ( ??? ) jewelsJetted up the alley, believed that his duty was doneAnd in the process he didn`t have to murder no oneAt that second a bullet blast through the back of his lungsIn all his nervousness the kid forgot to pat for a gunAnother son and brother no longer among the livin` massThe real problem`s there`s only a few of any who askIs it homicide of suicide that left his frame froze?Was he murdered by that nigga or the path that he chose?What degree of beef justifies blastin` your foes?Caskets are closed while the number of casualties grossFrom my block to yours, a similar madness we knowThe saga of another kid ends tragically so[ CHORUS ]

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