Under Pressure

HoneyKomb Brazy (Brazy, beat that) I'm not afraid, Imma do it but But I ain't gon' do it like they do it 'cause Imma spit that real shit right on time like These are my friends for real, know I'm sayin' First day out, already back juggin', back juggin' (skrrt) Ain't scared of shit, but God that's some bad pussy (yah, yah, yah, yah) You know I really be with the shit (with the shit) You know I really done did the shit (did the shit) You know I really be guilty as fuck But still go to court and play innocent They tried do me like 50 Cent (bang, bang, bang) They hit the car with a high 8 Three to the back, one to the head You know we don't count shit below the waist They tried do me like Pimp C (Pimp C) Tried put death in my codeine RIP, sweet John, John That shit make me don't want to sip lean I just hold up my head like my nose bleed It's a drought in my city on real niggas But you know I'ma step for my whole team Fuck you mean I'ma die bout my lil niggas RIP Shaq, yeah, he was the king Fuck the police, Martin Luther King Damn he was the dream Said on 30 DC hit you with the beam HoneyKomb been slippin' through some things Mentally, I'm thinkin' jail built for me Always fuck with Don, always fuck with G Always fuck with John, they got flip for me Straight down in the street, almost got to see I'm under pressure, I want the extra We put some pressure up on Berettas They help 'em shoot better It make 'em pew, yeah; pew, yeah, yeah No time to listen, have him on a stretcher Talk with the Devil, pass me a shovel Ma dukes she tell me I gotta do better Know I'ma goon, yeah, yeah Fuck bout no friends, change like the weather Shake up a Sprite, pour up some yellow Roll up some Coo Coo, you thinkin' voodoo Have you on the moon, yeah, yeah Papa I told him, niggas gon' test ya Bitches gon' stress ya, God he gon' bless ya Gotta be careful whenever they catch ya You better boom, yeah, yeah Pop out at night just like raccoon 4 to the face: boom, boom, boom, boom wrong I just put him on a tombstone They be like "Brazy, you dead wrong" Walk with the Devil, talk with the Devil This what he said John, John and Jay Must got some doo doo in my face 'Cause I got shit on my head Sit on the bed, can't get no rest My Unc in the Feds, bricks to they head Stabbed me in prison, low ties in the kitchen Left blood on the biscuits and eggs I live in the red I give no fuck 'bout what he say Make me come pull up where he stay Big Homie B Fay, shit I played on Saint André 1 of em mentionin' CJ ever been locked in a cell Receiving no mail, fallin' out with nigga by 3-way Shit and piss on all the guards Need a talk to Ward, been in the bin for like 3 days CO keep takin' my mat, hard eyed ass rat Three bullet holes up in my back Got me scratchin' like a cat, can't sleep like that Slide the tray through the hole Ain't no light up in here doe We can't eat like that Well, bitch, you gon' eat or you starve So we had to eat in the dark And that was just me and Sicom And me and Lil Dex swear lil' nigga so hard We used to eat in a car, we fall asleep in the car Dee Dee ain't nun but that loud, y'all Sold house meant to tell it all Nigga tellin', tellin' what he saw You just a rat with some money, ain't never have heart My pops used to take you when y'all was lil' boys Y'all niggas know I was brave from the start Same HoneyKomb used to play for the park Dome like I'm Bart, stay with that tart You fuck around and get popped like a tart Acting like Mark Thinkin' you smart 'til you try crank your car It go pbbt like a fart It won't even start PEWN That bitch don't even make no noise PEWN That bitch don't even make no I'm under pressure, I want the extra We put some pressure up on Berettas They help 'em shoot better It make 'em pew, yeah; pew, yeah, yeah No time to listen, have him on a stretcher Talk with the Devil, pass me a shovel Ma dukes she tell me I gotta do better Know I'ma goon, yeah, yeah Fuck bout no friends, change like the weather Shake up a Sprite, pour up some yellow Roll up some Coo Coo, you thinkin' voodoo Have you on the moon, yeah, yeah Papa I told him, niggas gon' test ya Bitches gon' stress ya, God he gon' bless ya Gotta be careful whenever they catch ya You better boom, yeah, yeah (Ooh, yeah) Brazy (Brazy) Brazy (Brazy) I just got my friend out Imma, Imma rock my city, yeah The real way, the brave, the city, yeah Ayo, for real, ha, ha Yeah, bitch, I tell 'em