| Hahahaha, under pressure, yeahhh, bay-bayyyy!
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| The pressure’s on, Thug Life
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| When it’s on, it’s on One of these days I’ll, learn, don’t fuck with trick-ass niggaz
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| Cause they, turn, into bitch-ass niggaz
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| I’m sick of bein stuck in the county jail
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| My niggaz clown, bring a pound when they postin bail
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| Smokin blunts in the driveway, my fo'-five
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| Screamin, Fuck the police! |
| when we fly away, thug 'til I die
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| You wonder why I’m made this way
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| I wasn’t, turned out, I was raised this way
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| I’m thinkin — theeese, are the dreams of a young teen
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| Scheeeme, to stack cream off of crack fiends
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| One-time can’t hold me One of these days, we gotta bust back for the homies
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| Locked down in the penitentiary
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| I’ll, probably lose my mind if the pig sentence me
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| I’m, stressed, smokin weed, and nicotine
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| But what a nigga really need, is Thorazine
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| Right before I die I’ll be cursin the law
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| Reincarnated bitch, even worse than befo'
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| My fo'-fo'screamin payback
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| My underhanded plan to get them niggaz while they laid back
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| And Big Stretch hit the scene with the mini-14
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| Servin suckers like dope fiends, empty the whole thing
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| Under pressure nigga. |
| haha, that’s right!
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| Never run, throw your gun in the air, oh yeah!
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| Nigga bust ain’t no time to spare
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| 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
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| Cock the four pound motherfucker when I spit this and rip this
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| Damn, my mind is in the depths of hell
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| But when I’m walking on the street kid my name rings bells
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| And I never fell, nigga I stand too tall
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| I’m just a thug motherfucker who was born to brawl
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| Givin my all, so niggaz wanna bring it to me
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| So I’ma sell my cocaine, and lay they ass down G Uhh, under pressure
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| Yeahhh. |
| look here though
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| Runnin wild, I never smiled as a juvenile
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| Even now I keep a frown when I come around
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| Don’t ask me 'bout the past, it was all bad
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| Shots blasted, will I last in the wrong path
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| In the dark is where my heart saw the most grief
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| Motherfuckers is gettin shanked over gold teeth
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| Am I sick, cause I’m addicted to gettin splifted
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| Watchin stupid-ass tricks get lifted
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| Nothing’s changed, cause in the game it’s a steady aim
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| Fuck friends cause in the danger them niggaz change
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| Puff weed, and stuff G’s in my sock G Car keys and Hennessy, where the glock be?
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| Time’s passin, will I last here another day
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| I put my gun away, and grab my AK
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| It’s gettin hectic, I can’t call it House full of alcoholics, now a nigga’s under pressure
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| Yeah, that’s right
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| Under pressure nigga, a nigga’s under pressure
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| Yeahhh!
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| When the pressure’s on, it’s a hit
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| Ski mask, extra gats, bring the clips
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| Don’t nobody move when we walk the streets
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| They stay silent, cause talk is cheap |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Under Pressure, artist - Thug Life. Album song Thug Life: Volume 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп