Under Pressure - Thug Life

Hahahaha, under pressure, yeahhh, bay-bayyyy!

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 — theeese, are the dreams of a young teen

Scheeeme, 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

Yeahhh.

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

Yeahhh!

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