(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
Geah
Yo, Hoo-Bangin' niggas offcials for the year 2G
I want y'all niggas to say hello to the bad nigga, uh
Hoo-Bangin', what's up
Geah
Ya know this ??? muthafucka's life ain't shit
Right here
Creepin' up on your ass
For the year 2G
Must be murder
Nighttime vision, my hot nine catching you while you sleep
It's critical nigga, it's too deep
Fuck, your talk is cheap, paid to sweep
Ya know this killa nigga from the west side of the street
Old school fool, pack choose the rules
Confrontation, confront blazing tool
My mighty black sword is ready to duel
No sympathy when punishment's include
Back the fuck up, niggas, I act up
Homerun-hitter, the quick nine-spitter
When my mind starts playing tricks and flashbacks
Of seein porno flicks, done criminal acts
Y'all ain't touching my squad
Run the whole yard, anybody disguised, pulling your card
Mock my life, nigga, it's too hard
Ready for battle in the streets, you get scarred
Must - be murder
Hoo-Bangin' for life ain't no joke
Must be murder
Reppin' the West, so watch the gun smoke
I know my momma be praying her Lord save me
I bail the street with the strap, the homie daily
You're crazy, y'all ain't from my spot, so push
Before your dead body's recovered, multiple shots
You speak by your weak position, thinkin' you're strong
You're wrong, nigga, watch my killa ambition
Touch ya, Hoo-Bang niggas who ride
Who roll on your side ready to die
Who lights up your life with hot flames
Real straight game, thug life's the game
Gettin' it, never pretending since the beginning
Niggas like me keeps the world spinnin'
I ain't done yet, enemies don't tempt me
Unload episodes until my clip empty
Y'all ain't gettin' the front line
Your front line, you can save conversation with my nine
Chorus...
Criminal mind, but this time a West Coast loc
Can't stand a Compton nigga slangin' slug