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Sheek Louch Pressure

the pressure, c'mon Bullets fly, piece of mind (Pressure, pressure) The streets are filled with pride (Pressure, pressure) Too young to die, so the bullets fly The streets are filled with pride (Pressure, pressure

[bang, bang] [Sheek Louch:] Yeah, Poobs whattup nigga? Sheek Louch, new album comin son, _After Taxes_ [tires squealing] Fucked up Aiyyo, fuck that

[Girl singing] What do we do Ooooooh - what do we do, what do we do Pressure, pressure - what do we do to do [Sheek Louch] Let's go They say they want