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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
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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   ...