2 Pac - Under Pressure Lyrics
(tupac)Under pressureYeah, babyyyWhen tha pressures on...Thug lifeWhen its on its on(tupac)One of these days illLearnDont ***** with trick ass niggasCause theyTurn into ***** ass niggasIm sick of bein stuck in tha county jailMy niggas clownBring a poundWhen they posten bailSmokein blunts in tha drivewayMy four-five screamin***** tha policeWont fly away, thug, till I dieYou wonder why Im made this wayI wasntTurned outI was raised this wayOf thinkinThese are tha dreams of a young teenSceam, and stack green on tha crack fiendsOne time cant hold meOne of these daysWe gotta bust back for tha homiesLocked down in tha penitentryFinaly loose my mindIf tha pigs succeedStress, smoken weed and nicotineBut what a nigga really need is thorozineRight before I dieIll be curseing tha lawReincarnated ***** even worse than beforeMy four-fours 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 niggaThats right(stretch)Never runThrow your gun in tha airOh yeahNigga bust aint 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 Im walking on tha street kid my name rings bellsAnd I never fellNigga I stand to tallIm just a thug mother*****er who was born to brawlGivin my allSo niggas wanna bring it to meSo ima sell my cocaineAnd lay they ass down gUnder pressure(tupac)Yeah, look here thoRunnin wildI never smiled as a juvenileEven now I keep a frown when I come aroundDont ask me about tha pastIt was all badShots blastedWill I lastIn tha wrong pathIn tha dark is where my heart saw tha most griefMotha*****ers is getten shanked over gold teethAm I sick ?Cause Im addicted to get spliftedWatch tha stupid ass tricks get liftedNothens changedCause in tha came its a steady aim***** friendsCause when in danger those niggas changePuff weedAnd stuff gs in my sock gCall kis and hennessy where tha glock beTimes pass an will I last here another dayI put my gun awayAnd grab my akIts getten hecticI cant call itHouse full of alcoholicsNow were niggas under pressureYeah, thats right...Under pressure, were niggas under pressureYeah(tupac and stretch together repeat 11x)When tha pressures on its a hitSki maskExtra gatsBring tha clipsDont nobody move when we walk tha streetsThey stay silentCause talk is cheap
