2 Pac - Street Fame Lyrics
(Tupac)Under PressureYeah, BabyyyWhen tha pressures on...Thug Lifewhen it's on it's on(Tupac)One of these days i'lllearndon't ***** with trick ass niggascause theyturn into ***** ass niggasi'm sick of bein stuck in tha county jailmy niggas clownbring a poundwhen they posten bailsmokein' blunts in tha drivewaymy four-five screamin***** tha policewon't fly away, thug, till I dieyou wonder why I'm made this wayI wasn'tturned outI was raised this wayof thinkinthese are tha dreams of a young teensceam, and stack green on tha crack fiendsone time can't hold meone of these dayswe gotta bust back for tha homieslocked down in tha penitentryfinaly loose my mindif tha pigs succeedstress, smoken weed and nicoteenbut what a nigga really need is Thorozineright before I diei'll be curseing tha lawreincarnated ***** even worse than beforemy four-four's givin paybackmy underhanded planto get them niggas while they laid backand big stretch hit tha scene with tha mini 14servin suckers like dope fiendsand lead tha whole teamUnder Pressure NiggaThat's right(Stretch)Never runthrow your gun in tha airoh yeahnigga bust ain't no time to sparecalled tha ruffest motha*****er and we ***** shit upand with tha stainless steel [???], we cut shit upflash and blast a nigga with tha quickness***** tha four pound mother*****er when I spit this and rip thisdamn, my mind is in tha depths of hellbut when i'm walking on tha street kid my name rings bellsand I never fell -aca
