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  • Artists > 2pac > Thug Life > Under Pressure




    [Tupac]



    Under Pressure



    Yeah, Babyyy



    When tha pressures on...



    [Thug Life]



    when it''s on it''s on



    [Tupac]



    One of these days i''ll

    learn

    don''t fuck with trick ass niggas

    cause they

    turn into bitch ass niggas

    i''m sick of bein stuck in tha county jail

    my niggas clown

    bring a pound

    when they posten bail

    smokein'' blunts in tha driveway

    my four-five screamin

    fuck tha police

    won''t fly away, thug, till I die

    you wonder why I''m made this way

    I wasn''t

    turned out

    I was raised this way

    of thinkin

    these are tha dreams of a young teen

    sceam, and stack green on tha crack fiends

    one time can''t hold me

    one of these days

    we gotta bust back for tha homies

    locked down in tha penitentry

    finaly loose my mind

    if tha pigs succeed

    stress, smoken weed and nicoteen

    but what a nigga really need is Thorozine

    right before I die

    i''ll be curseing tha law

    reincarnated bitch even worse than before

    my four-four''s givin payback

    my underhanded plan

    to get them niggas while they laid back

    and big stretch hit tha scene with tha mini 14

    servin suckers like dope fiends

    and lead tha whole team



    Under Pressure Nigga



    That''s right



    [Stretch]



    Never run

    throw your gun in tha air

    oh yeah

    nigga bust ain''t no time to spare

    called tha ruffest mothafucker and we fuck shit up

    and with tha stainless steel [


    ], we cut shit up

    flash and blast a nigga with tha quickness

    cock tha four pound motherfucker when I spit this and rip this

    damn, my mind is in tha depths of hell

    but when i''m walking on tha street kid my name rings bells

    and I never fell

    nigga I stand to tall

    i''m just a thug motherfucker who was born to brawl

    givin my all

    so niggas wanna bring it to me

    so i''ma sell my cocain

    and lay they ass down ''G''



    Under Pressure



    [Tupac]



    yeah, look here tho



    Runnin wild

    I never smiled as a juvenile

    even now I keep a frown when I come around

    don''t ask me about tha past

    it was all bad

    shots blasted

    will I last

    in tha wrong path

    in tha dark is where my heart saw tha most grief

    mothafuckers is getten shanked over gold teeth

    am I sick


    cause i''m addicted to get splifted

    watch tha stupid ass tricks get lifted

    nothens changed

    cause in tha came it''s a steady aim

    fuck friends

    cause when in danger those niggas change

    puff weed

    and stuff G''s in my sock G

    call Ki''s and Hennessy where tha glock be

    Times passen will I last here another day

    I put my gun away

    and grab my AK

    it''s getten hectic

    I can''t call it

    house full of alcoholics

    now we''re niggas under pressure



    yeah, that''s right...

    Under Pressure, we''re niggas under pressure



    yeah



    [Tupac and Stretch together repeated 11x]



    When tha Pressures on it''s a hit

    Ski mask

    Extra Gats

    bring tha clips

    don''t nobody move when we walk tha streets

    they stay silent

    cause talk is cheap