Under Pressure
2Pac ft. Stretch Lyrics

Ha ha, under pressure, yeah, bay-bay!
Feeling the pressure and letting people know with a laugh

The pressure's on, Thug Life
Feeling and acknowledging the pressure of being part of the Thug Life

When it's on, it's on
When the pressure is present, there's no time to waste

One of these days I'll, learn, don't fuck with trick-ass niggas
Realizing that it's not worth dealing with deceitful individuals

Cause they, turn, into bitch-ass niggas
Trick-ass niggas often reveal their true nature and become unreliable

I'm sick of bein' stuck in the county jail
Tired of being in jail and not being free

My niggas clown, bring a pound when they postin' bail
Friends bring weed to celebrate when they post bail from jail

Smokin' blunts in the driveway, my fo'-five
Relaxing and smoking weed while holding his gun

Screamin', "Fuck the police!" when we fly away, thug 'til I die
Expressing his disregard for the police and continuing to live as a thug

You wonder why I'm made this way
People question why he acts the way he does

I wasn't, turned out, I was raised this way
He wasn't influenced to be a thug, it was how he grew up

I'm thinkin' these, are the dreams of a young teen
Thoughts of making money off selling drugs were likely once the dreams of a young teenager

Scheme, to stack cream off of crack fiends
Planning to make money by selling drugs to addicts

One-time can't hold me
The police can't keep him down

One of these days, we gotta bust back for the homies
They will need to retaliate or avenge their friends who have been wronged

Locked down in the penitentiary
Being imprisoned in a federal facility

I'll, probably lose my mind if the pig sentence me
He will likely go crazy if he is sentenced to jail by a law enforcement officer

I'm, stressed, smokin weed, and nicotine
Stressed out and seeking relief through smoking weed and cigarettes

But what a nigga really need, is Thorazine
Although smoking helps, he may still need anti-psychotic medication

Right before I die I'll be cursin the law
As he's dying, he will curse those who enforce the law

Reincarnated bitch, even worse than befo'
If he reincarnated, his next life would be even worse than his current one

My fo'-fo' screamin payback
His gun will be seeking revenge on someone

My underhanded plan to get them niggas while they laid back
His sneaky plan is to attack when his targets least expect it

And Big Stretch hit the scene with the mini-14
Big Stretch arrived carrying a mini-14 gun

Servin suckers like dope fiends, empty the whole thing
Killing and leaving no one alive, as if he's serving drugs to addicts

Never run, throw your gun in the air, oh yeah!
Don't retreat, throw your gun up and fight

Nigga bust ain't no time to spare
It's time to get violent and make moves

Cause the ruckus motherfucker and we fuck shit up
Creating chaos and destruction is his goal

And with the stainless steel ribbon boy we cuttin' shit up
Using a sharp gun to cut whatever needs to be cut

Flash then blast a nigga with the quickness
Taking someone out quickly with a fast attack

Cock the four pound motherfucker when I spit this and rip this
Prepping his four pound gun while rapping and attacking enemies

Damn, my mind is in the depths of hell
Feeling like his mind is in a really bad place

But when I'm walking on the street kid my name rings bells
Despite his issues, he still has a reputation on the streets

And I never fell, nigga I stand too tall
He's never fallen, never given up, and always remains strong

I'm just a thug motherfucker who was born to brawl
He believes his destiny was to be a thug and fighter

Givin' my all, so niggas wanna bring it to me
He's giving 100% effort, which may make others want to fight him

So I'mma sell my cocaine, and lay they ass down G
He will continue selling drugs and retaliate as necessary

Runnin' wild, I never smiled as a juvenile
As a kid, he was always running around and never smiling

Even now I keep a frown when I come around
His demeanor is still not happy or positive

Don't ask me 'bout the past, it was all bad
He doesn't like to dwell on or talk about his bad past experiences

Shots blasted, will I last in the wrong path
He's been shot at and wonders if he will survive if he continues down the wrong path

In the dark is where my heart saw the most grief
His heartache and pain were most intense when he was struggling and going through tough times

Motherfuckers is gettin' shanked over gold teeth
People are being violently attacked and even stabbed for their gold teeth

Am I sick, cause I'm addicted to gettin' splifted
Wondering if he's sick or messed up for liking to smoke weed

Watchin' stupid-ass tricks get lifted
Watching stupid people get high or get caught

Nothing's changed, 'cause in the game it's a steady aim
The game of life is still the same and requires careful aim

Fuck friends cause in the danger them niggas change
Friends can't be trusted in dangerous situations

Puff weed, and stuff G's in my sock G
Smoking weed and hiding money in his socks

Car keys and Hennessy, where the Glock be?
He keeps his car keys, alcohol, and gun in the same place

Time's passin', will I last here another day
Time keeps going, but he wonders if he'll survive another day

I put my gun away, and grab my AK
Switching from his handgun to his assault rifle

It's gettin' hectic, I can't call it
Everything is getting crazy and unpredictable

House full of alcoholics, now a nigga's under pressure
Surrounded by drunk people and feeling more pressure than ever

Yeah, that's right
Asserting that someone else's statement is correct

Under pressure nigga, a nigga's under pressure, yeah!
Feeling intense pressure and acknowledging it

When the pressure's on, it's a hit
When there's pressure, it's time to act and make a move

Ski mask, extra gats, bring the clips
Wearing a ski mask and carrying extra guns, ready to fight

Don't nobody move when we walk the streets
People stay still and quiet when they see them

They stay silent, cause talk is cheap
They don't speak up because they're afraid or don't want to get involved