Tonart: A minor
Intro 1
Am
Dm
F
Dm
Am
F
Am
All
Verse 1
he saw was a
Taurus and a
Bronco in trepids
Dm
With red lights yellin'
Hit your knees,
give us all your cabbage and cheese
Take this .25 with a
Ghettoland
Am
Now
Tim, who the pressure on?
Dm
You go to work and get in your two
Am
-piece outfit with a badge
I leave the house dressin' all black with some chucks,
tweed and zig -zags
Y can't even tell you
the assignment of the day
F
My
Dm
OG postin' on the corner with
Am
the show me ways of gettin' paid
You on your tour through the black community,
tryin' to observe the curve
Dm
Am
But niggas is big and better,
workin' behind security gates
It ain't me to break when
the times get hard
F
Snatchin' up them overcrowded clips,
meetin' up at the
All they saw was a tourist with airbags,
ghost ridin' through yards
Horns soundin' off if it was the
last fight of the month
Leaving the scene, facing no pressure,
none whatsoever
Now you tell me,
F
Dm
Am
who the pressure on?
Ain't no pressure, ain't no pressure
It ain't me, it ain't me to break
F
Am
when the times get hard
Dm
Am
Ain't no pressure, ain't no pressure
Ain't no pressure,
F
when the time gets hard
Am
All it's all, was some tourists in a
Bronco
Dm
Am
In trappers, with red lights,
y young niggas freeze
Get your knees, give us all,
your cavity keys
Take this .25 with an
F
Dm
L, on this ghetto land plantation
Interrogate me,
but ain't no snitchin' me
Dm
Show me what you got,
Am
and it still wouldn't crack
I see the west coast undercover,
on my back bumper watchin' every move
I always knew the consequences,
F
Dm
never panic, stay quiet, cool
Am
It's you weak niggas that talk a lot,
bet your life on these bitches
Always say what you do,
now I know who's snitchin'
The most underspot in the nation,
who run it?
KB
You can throw out your indictments,
F
terminate your conspiracy
Am
I got mouths to feed,
and little chucks to purchase
Dm
If I don't come through,
Am
then as a dad, I'm worthless
Realize that all lies, they ain't to be trusted
I put that on
F
Dm
GB, when times get hard, it ain't me
Am
Ain't no pressure, ain't no pressure
It ain't mean, it ain't mean to break
F
Am
when the times get hard
Ain't no pressure, ain't no pressure
Ain't no pressure when
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
All they saw, was two killers in all black,
with riot pumps
Black
Dodge
Durango, bulletproof guard out
Who's missing?
Check your neighborhood body count
They got some
Chuck
Taylor footprints,
F
but they can't be found
Am
Ain't no pressure comin' from this hill
Been lost two game, one on the hip,
nickname loud and clear
Dm
Am
Makin' heavy steps through the capital,
gettin' it on
Maintainin' this cream gang,
me, myself, and I
F
And for you fools that like to
violate home's feet first
Am
I'ma be like old boy on
Price is
Right, come on down
Now keep your foot and got you in some
shit that your body can't handle
You'll know when I'm under pressure,
I'll be worldwide on every channel
John
Walsh got a nigga name all in his mouth
F
But I'll be duckin' it does,
Am
I got a favor to go to from down in the dirty south
Ain't pressure, ain't no pressure
It ain't me, it ain't me to break
F
Am
when the times get hard
Ain't no pressure, ain't no pressure,
F
Am
ain't no pressure, when the time you call.
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