[Intro]
Seven pounds of pressure
Seven pounds of motherfuckin' pressure
All it takes just a second

[Chorus]
You ever think about what it’s gone take to kill a n***a
All you really need is seven pounds of pressure
(They gonna want to talk about it, motherfuckin' pressure)
All the dollars in the world in your bank account
Ain’t never gone amount up to that seven pounds of pressure
(Let’s talk motherfuckin' pressure then fuck n***a, let’s talk about it)

[Verse 1]
I put a hole in a whole motherfucka and I ain’t feel shit, uh
I’m a bеast I’m a lion better pray I don’t empty that clip uh
N***as bе out here lying talking bout they killers and shit
Lil' Mississippi Murda might still be blood on my shirt
Same n***a I see off in the club
Same n***a gone be in a hearse
Might catch that pussy n***a outside
Put his ass in the dirt
I done seen so many n***as die and some n***as deserve it
I keep that 45 on my left side a n***a makin me nervous
I got that seven pounds of pressure
Seven pounds of motherfuckin' pressure
All it take is just a second
Yeah I got that seven pounds of pressure
Seven pounds of pressure on the dresser
All it take is just a second
[Chorus]
You ever think about what it’s gone take to kill a n***a
All you really need is seven pounds of pressure
All the dollars in the world in your bank account
Ain’t never gone amount up to that seven pounds of pressure
You ever think about what it’s gone take to kill a n***a
All you really need is seven pounds of pressure
All the dollars in the world in your bank account
Ain’t never gone amount up to that seven pounds of pressure

[Verse 2]
Hot n***a wit a cold soul
Bitch da realest it get
And I ain’t runnin' from shit
Remember I couldn’t pay rent
So I run in your shit
It’s dat or stay with my bitch
And I ain’t gon stay with my bitch
Rather hit me a lick
Now a n***a get rich
They know MURDA ain’t playin'
Bout to fall out with my n***as
Bout the slick shit that they sayin'
And it ain’t no heaven for no thug n***a
Ain't no use in me prayin'
But only god can judge me n***a
What da fuck is you sayin'
Yea I got that seven pounds of pressure
Seven pounds of pressure
(What it takes to kill a n***a)
Yeah I got that seven pounds of pressure
Seven pounds of motherfuckin pressure, all it takes is just a second
[Chorus]
You ever think about what it’s gone take to kill a n***a
All you really need is seven pounds of pressure
All the dollars in the world in your bank account
Ain’t never gone amount up to that seven pounds of pressure
You ever think about what it’s gone take to kill a n***a
All you really need is seven pounds of pressure
All the dollars in the world in your bank account
Ain’t never gone amount up to that seven pounds of pressure

[Bridge]
Tell me
What would you do
If you came up from da mud
They label you as a thug
Sellin' dope, shootin' slugs
Washing off n***as blood
Get killed or be a killa
I’m cold hearted and wicked
Is dis da life dat I’m living
What would you do
Fallin victim to a culture
We sinning like we suppose to
Them demons keep gettin closer
A product of your environment
Thuggin' ain’t no retirement
Knowing I’m living wrong
I’d rather be dead and gone
Now tell me
[Chorus]
You ever think about what it’s gone take to kill a n***a
All you really need is seven pounds of pressure
All the dollars in the world in your bank account
Ain’t never gone amount up to that seven pounds of pressure
You ever think about what it’s gone take to kill a n***a
All you really need is seven pounds of pressure
All the dollars in the world in your bank account
Ain’t never gone amount up to that seven pounds of pressure
You ever think about what it’s gone take to kill a n***a
All you really need is seven pounds of pressure
All the dollars in the world in your bank account
Ain’t never gone amount up to that seven pounds of pressure
(N***a that really all the fuck it take, get your ass on up outta here, you don’t wanna feel that pressure)