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Stress Lyrics
[Talking] Hey Nigga This is our last time bonita After this we
out I'm tellin you We die together An eye for an eye (In Italian) A
tooth for a tooth (In Italian) An eye for an eye A tooth for a
tooth All my niggas Feel me
[Verse 1] I can't rest So much
stress to live illegal My uncle on death row Waiting to get the
needle Holla if you hear me people This dope game is evil A bloody
river runnin through the ghetto That new born baby In the dumpster She
been dead for a week While the dope fiend momma Gettin high on the
street Gettin beat by police Still prayin for peace Niggas playin for
keeps Yellow tape and white sheets And time is going by so slowy I
plead insanity My family my homies Sick of swallowing rocks To avoid
them cops on the block Sick of judges, lawyers, and cell blocks This
ghetto got me thinkin about death When will it stop Either you punch the
clock Or you open up shop
Chorus
Everyday I'm livin with
stress So I smoke the cess (I don't wanna die in the ghetto) To the get
the pain of my chest
Everyday I'm livin with stress So I smoke the
cess (Please don't let me die in the ghetto) To the get the pain of my
chest
Everyday I'm livin with stress So I smoke the cess (I don't
wanna die in the ghetto) To the get the pain of my chest
Everyday I'm
livin with stress So I smoke the cess (Please don't let me die in the
ghetto) To the get the pain of my chest
[Verse 2] Gettin
murdered by the hands of a buster Over respect Last night my little homie
cought a bullet in the neck Look in his eyes He kinda looked surprised in
his last breath But life goes on for niggas Throwin up they set In
terror In the ghetto when this shit ain't stoppin Niggas run in your
crib And make references to why your momma Washin fiends Never with a
fly Chasin a high And gettin AIDS from a bitch Ain't no way to
die And everyday I'm seeing signs Of the end of the world My nigga
Bobby killed himself and his lady In front of his baby girl Feds, watch a
nigga Tryin to make the bus But niggas stay strapped And gats, we trust
(C'mon)
Chorus
[Verse 3] Bill Clinton in the White
House Fucking hoes Innocent kids gettin shot on my block Casket
closed Hear the niggas in the cell blocks Screaming for freedom Tryin
to cop a cigarette for stress Cause they need them Remember JJ got
shot In a high speed chase Busted in the back Through the license
plate My reality is fatality I verbalize pain before I be another
casualty Infared beam on the glock Just aim and pop You see me for a
split second And your dead and got I try to tell these young kids Go
to school They wanna smoke weed, gang bang, and act a fool They don't
hear me though
[Talking] Yeah man It's sad you know We ain't
got no jump shot Can't play football We ain't got no money for
college But I see these niggas on the block Rolling with their fancy
cars Fancy gold Fancy hoes Nigga, I'ma get it how I live You
know I'ma y'all young niggas some advice Don't get greedy nigga Get
what you came for To many niggas dying Trying to prove something to
another nigga Be true to yourself True to what you know nigga Stay
true to the gizzame
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