print correct

Under Pressure Lyrics

from Thug Life: Vol. 1

"Under Pressure" is track #6 on the album Thug Life: Vol. 1. It was written by Shakur, Tupac Amaru / Walker, Randy.
Edit
"Under Pressure" is track #6 on the album Thug Life: Vol. 1. It was written by Shakur, Tupac Amaru / Walker, Randy.
For Example...
What chart rank did the song debut? What is the song about? Has it won any awards?, etc.
Cancel Submit
Thank You For Your Submission
Your introduction will appear once it has been deemed awesome by our team of wizards.

Submit Corrections Cancel

Under pressure, yeah, baby
The pressure's on, Thug Life
When it's on, it's on

One of these days I'll, learn, don't fuck with trick-ass niggaz
'Cause they, turn, into bitch-ass niggaz
I'm sick of bein' stuck in the county jail
My niggaz clown, bring a pound when they postin' bail

Smokin' blunts in the driveway, my fo'-five
Screamin', "Fuck the police" when we fly away, thug 'til I die
You wonder why I'm made this way
I wasn't, turned out, I was raised this way

I'm thinkin', these, are the dreams of a young teen
Scheme, to stack cream off of crack fiends
One-time can't hold me
One of these days, we gotta bust back for the homies

Locked down in the penitentiary
I'll, probably lose my mind if the pig sentence me
I'm, stressed, smokin' weed, and nicotine
But what a nigga really need, is Thorazine

Right before I die I'll be cursin' the law
Reincarnated bitch, even worse than befo'
My fo'-fo' screamin' payback
My underhanded plan to get them niggaz while they laid back

And Big Stretch hit the scene with the mini-14
Servin' suckers like dope fiends
Empty the whole thing
Under pressure nigga, haha, that's right

Never run, throw your gun in the air, oh yeah
Nigga bust ain't no time to spare
'Cause the ruckus motherfucker and we fuck shit up
And with the stainless steel ribbon boy we cuttin' shit up

Flash then blast a nigga with the quickness
Cock the four pound motherfucker when I spit this and rip this
Damn, my mind is in the depths of hell
But when I'm walking on the street kid my name rings bells

And I never fell, nigga I stand too tall
I'm just a thug motherfucker who was born to brawl
Givin' my all, so niggaz wanna bring it to me
So I'ma sell my cocaine, and lay they ass down G

Uhh, under pressure
Yeah, look here though

Runnin' wild, I never smiled as a juvenile
Even now I keep a frown when I come around
Don't ask me 'bout the past, it was all bad
Shots blasted, will I last in the wrong path

In the dark is where my heart saw the most grief
Motherfuckers is gettin' shanked over gold teeth
Am I sick, 'cause I'm addicted to gettin' splifted
Watchin' stupid-ass tricks get lifted

Nothing's changed, 'cause in the game it's a steady aim
Fuck friends 'cause in the danger them niggaz change
Puff weed, and stuff G's in my sock G
Car keys and Hennessy, where the glock be?

Time's passin', will I last here another day
I put my gun away and grab my AK
It's gettin' hectic, I can't call it
House full of alcoholics, now a nigga's under pressure

Yeah, that's right
Under pressure nigga
A nigga's under pressure
Yeah

When the pressure's on, it's a hit
Ski mask, extra gats, bring the clips
Don't nobody move when we walk the streets
They stay silent, 'cause talk is cheap

When the pressure's on, it's a hit
Ski mask, extra gats, bring the clips
Don't nobody move when we walk the streets
They stay silent, 'cause talk is cheap

When the pressure's on, it's a hit
Ski mask, extra gats, bring the clips
Don't nobody move when we walk the streets
They stay silent, 'cause talk is cheap
...

Songwriters
SHAKUR, TUPAC AMARU / WALKER, RANDY

Published by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Listen to 2Pac Radio on Last.fm, Radio.com or Jango

Music News

Poll

Vote Now
Next Poll