[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