Watching you Weakening Grip of pain Won't let go All that you see All that you hear All that you feel All that you fear Pressure [x6] Paranoid Self
Übersetzung: Criminal. Druck.
eye Watching you Weakening Grip of pain Won't let go All that you see All that you hear All that you feel All that you fear Pressure [x6] Paranoid
the edge lookin down at this volatile pit Will it matter if I cease to exist? Black Jesus [2Pac] All hail, the pressure no endeavor can fail Some missin
don't shed tears we shed blood Do you still wanna be a thug? HUH? WHAT? We don't shed tears we shed blood Do you still wanna be a thug? Yo, criminal
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
dick Run around foul, tellin' people we stole your style Muthafucka, we ain't never been in your town It's all original when it's comin' from the Cleveland criminals
you down Hittin them tombstones (sellin volumes) getting in costumes now I'm rolling with Makaveli pinnin my pistol steady ready Buck them flames aim for the pressure
my sins, that's my confessions if they put me in this benz I got possession of a federal offence I'm talking pressure in my criminal intent So wear ya
grounds For the criminal minded As for years they have killed one another of And America has enjoyed its creation But now these ghetto-minded criminals
and next trucks Flesh plush, land plus, extras Cess, dust, whatever get you messed up Test us, get crushed, next up Better luck, we takin' off with jet thrust Under pressure
us What is they net worth? They gon' try to censor my next verse? Throw 'em off the roof neck first While I'm clicking my cursor Reading blogs about the pressure
day could be your last in the jungle Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggaz tumble The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals who don
I'm a sinner, I hope God forgive me At the rate I'm goin now my moms'll probably out-live me All my niggas is hardcore criminals All I got left is my
UP, we're sick of this shit! And the police ain't never gonna get anywhere man Shakin people down, shinin the lights in our eyes Treatin all of us like criminals
that suck the thug dick, run around foul Tellin' people we stole your style, muthafucka We ain't never been in your town It's all original when it's comin' from the Cleveland criminals
Hittin' them tombstones (Sellin' volumes) Getting in costumes now I'm rolling with Makaveli Pinnin' my pistol steady ready Buck them flames aim for the pressure
