[2Pac] 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!
[Stretch] 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
[2Pac] 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!
[2Pac and Stretch - repeat 11X] 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