The Stress Factor Lyrics

The Stress Factor lyrics

Don't push me cause i'm close to the edge 



I'm trying not to lose my head



Sometime I sit alone



And look deep into my soul



And i starrin down at something 



That's very out a control



Tolerence at zero



Emotions dead and gone



If indo was a pebble



then i'd be a stone



Patience low I rest to go



I got's to get Ahead



Motherfuck these hoes



And Impose I got to get my bread



The streets say nothing nice



They quit it like the idus



And everybody dippin seein



who can get the highest



Now check this out



without a doubt



And about to come fresher



And about that cab



And protect that ass



Don't pannic under pressure



My stabbin like a whip



Or better an aligator



temper going up and down like a 



Like a fucking elevator



bitch I want it know



Don't give me no delay's



My hustlin got me trippin



Listen from my ike turner way's



Man this life is real



No time to be an actor



And i'll play no man



let me know 



It's like the stress factor







I want to grow old



have a kid and a place to sleep



A down ass wife



And when I die i'll rest in peece



But man that's all a dream



This donja got me trippin



It got me feelin bleak



But I can't remember what I did last week



Now look at my face



This shit ain't fake



The pain to turn to pressure



Every nigga that know me



Don't cop down to that pressure



My mother woke me up



One day said "boy you gettin grown"



Your momma has 3 jobs



Your momma is gettin known



So I took it as a hint



When ohh my missions free



Mind full of hatred



got me fuckers time is hard you see



That monkeys on my back



And I can't get him off



So whatever I do 



Mom it's just for you



No matter what the cost



I put that on my life



Everything I see is dark



Money is rare



But I don't care



Stop that niggaz heart



He's comin on a big wheel



I'm comin on a tractor



Man take this hate 



It's too late



It's called th stress factor







Some think that i'm the man



Some think my shit don't stink



But yes it do



I thought you knew



I'm not a coward nor a fink



One side of my heart got love 



The other side is hate



Boy that hate is steamin love 



Right in it's fuckin face



Women ask me how i'm livin



I tell them day by day



With a donja joint



That lovely voice 



A mr. Marvin gay



And I got to get away



That just might do some good



But every time i get away



I miss the fuckin hood



My homie lost his job



He don't know how to react



So I do thangs to help him out



Like to a little crac



That shit's over rated



Niggas Complicated



But you woulod never know



From that cat flow



How the pictures painted 



Motherfuckers wisper



And think I don't hear them



And wonder why i'm over high



And never go near them



But love to all my niggas



from workin to mid jackers



Cause matter what you feel



Cause it's called the stress factor