| Ma nigga C, Penitentiary Chances
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| (Mo mo money beats, money beats)
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| Yeah dem nigga been under pressure
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| Yeah dem nigga been under pressure
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| Pressure like a mother fucking
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| Pressure like a mother fucking
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| Look
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| I’m under pressure like a movie man it’s hard
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| I live for today don’t give a fuck about tomorrow
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| The D. A want me dead just cause of what a nigga said
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| Got two pistols in my hand and one strapped to ma leg
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| My hoes they done fled, they done fled for the border
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| This life in a pen it gets harder and harder
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| Having money make it worse I got freedom on my brain
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| Everytime I hear the rain it increase the fucking pain
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| I got blood on ma hand I got thug in ma veins
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| So freedom or jail man badazz stay the same
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| But a nigga under pressure, and time keep ticking
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| While baby mama steady bitching with a nigga up in prison
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| I got anger built up in me as I’m sitting up in the slammer
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| Thinking bout this dirty judge and how he slammed the fucking hammer
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| I got beef in ma mind so I keep a sharp cutter
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| Cause this nigga in his cells making threats about his brother
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| Man a nigga under pressure
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| I’m under pressure so much pain
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| See ma life ain’t a mother fucking game
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| So much anger it’s built up in me
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| It’s death in jail but I prevail in the penitentiary
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| I’m under pressure so much pain
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| See ma life ain’t a mother fucking game
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| So much anger it’s built up in me
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| It’s death in jail but I prevail in the penitentiary
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| Look I’m under pressure my life has no meaning
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| And what I mean by that is that I’m trapped inside I’m phining
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| I’m tweaking for some freedom
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| My lawyer don’t believe him
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| This judge is so deceiving I think he hates me for no reason
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| I can’t believe I’m breathing I might be dead this evening
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| The suicidal thoughts every time I start each day that weakens
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| I remember the days when I was creeping
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| Bitch telling me bout leaving
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| Like she go pay this rent I pay my bills or ima stop eating
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| Fuck sleeping I’m too deep to let go
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| Mother fuckers want me so I let go
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| Alley weight boy hit em with a heck no
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| All I heard was a bop echo I was off the walls in day call
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| Back in time better come with an esco
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| It’s murder murder murder what you take a nigga vest for
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| My life ain’t the same as yours
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| I remember when I headlined tours
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| Now a bitch tryna say she got problems
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| Bitch come a little close ima solve em
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| Fuck you and fuck tomorrow
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| You know ain’t no nigga harder
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| No nigga better no nigga get it with a go getter
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| I’m under pressure so much pain
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| See ma life ain’t a mother fucking game
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| So much anger it’s built up in me
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| It’s death in jail but I prevail in the penitentiary
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| I’m under pressure so much pain
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| See ma life ain’t a mother fucking game
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| So much anger it’s built up in me
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| It’s death in jail but I prevail in the penitentiary
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| Know what pressure is when you on yo ass
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| And yo rent due and you kids an ache
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| It’s crunch time and the block gotta jack sumtn rather thirty eight
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| Get the hood hot everybody beefing
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| They shooting out fuck killer season
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| Each and everyday another homicide
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| Some ride or die another momma cry
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| My city real like Vietnam
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| Real war zone better stay inside
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| We’re both dead better fall back
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| Tryna play real get yo head cracked
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| I lost niggas to that trigger plate
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| Most close friends and a dead brother
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| When I think about him I cry I think about him I ride
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| In a stolen car me ducking brim
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| Three cutters on that’s tryna chop ma limb
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| Hand first like cane an menace
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| Riding round with a light sentence
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| Real pressure when you can’t sleep
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| Tryna stay strong but you so weak
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| Hard times recall desperate moves
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| Anybody gotta go just the blues that’s pressure
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| I’m under pressure so much pain
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| See ma life ain’t a mother fucking game
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| So much anger it’s built up in me
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| It’s death in jail but I prevail in the penitentiary
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| I’m under pressure so much pain
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| See ma life ain’t a mother fucking game
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| So much anger it’s built up in me
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| It’s death in jail but I prevail in the penitentiary
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| Lord know how it go man
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| So much pressure so much pain
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| Boosie Badazz, Murder MC in the building you heard
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| One shouts to the kelly young nigga
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| One shouts to that bottom nigga south side
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| Down town you know how we do nigga |