2pac - Under Pressure ft. 2Pac lyrics

f** a b**h I ain't celibate, try to get rich Typa sh** I'll settle with fa the better end God bless em Papa, Blood Vessels 38 Special. Let the karma come and guess you Whats pressure? Trigger finger no stressing Murders every day, bodies piling to a cesspool Why flex when We feeling like the next due. All my life, been ready if you ever knew Pacing fa the top from the bottom where they can't go Formulate a plot foreign way Eliminate the norm Don't bite, all along set it straight for em When the pressures on its a hit Weed bag, extra cash, bring the b**hes Err body choose, when we down them drinks. We stay wildin, cuz talk is cheap