Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stressin', artist - Celly Cel. Album song Deep Conversation, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.06.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Realside
Song language: English
Stressin' |
Sittin' on my bed, starin' at the roof |
Loadin' up my strap, puttin on my bulletproof |
These niggas gettin shady in the streets of snake enem |
Wanna fill me with venum but I got heaters in my denums |
They think I ain’t gonna do 'em, Im a make 'em all believers |
Send 'em to the morgue, walk his momma to the freezer |
Identify the body «a lady is dat cho baby» |
Lookin like swiss cheese smellin like gravy |
They talkin like they wanna see me so I’m in they face look 'em in |
The eyes fo' I had they ass erased |
You wanna play we can spray all day |
What chu niggas say «I bring the funk where you stay» |
You can’t handle this scandalous nigga raised by the streets |
Live and die by the heat and all i want is bloody meat (bloody meat) |
Just ta live ta see another dayis a blessin' |
Why i got ta be the one stuck in stress |
Been thru alot a shit I ain’t the one ta test |
Feel like I’m goin crazy in this land full a stress |
(I'm stressed out nigga, I’m stressed out nigga) |
Tryin ta get some money these niggas wanna off me |
Homies wanna see me fall bitches wanna cross me |
(I'm stressed out nigga, I’m stressed out nigga) |
What they gonna do with me, cause I don’t fuck them suckers |
They ain’t cool with me |
Act a fool with me and see the G waitin ta come |
Out, Magnum catch 'em on the run it’s on |
Fools don’t understand how I shoot this shit |
Got my steel toes on bout ta boot this bitch |
In the ass, thinkin’s she’s gonna get a pass from me |
You either jump out da trunk come and blast with me |
On the enemy the henasy be blurin my vision |
I might make the wrong decesion |
If you planin on livin |
Don’t fuckin wit a hog give me daft and bass |
Or yo homey gonna be sayin this is for my |
Homies pourin out a fory ounce |
Reminsion wishin ya’ll was still on a mission |
But yo punk ass wouldn’t listen itchin ta take my |
Frustations out on the next man with no question |
Cause I’m stressin |
Ain’t nothin left ta do but drink brew |
Kick it with my crew and think about makin revenues |
I didn’t choose ta struggle but cha got ta be under |
Before ya bubble and the big game pays double |
So i had ta get my hands on that |
When ya in the hood ain’t no other players than that |
That microsoft computer chip waddn’t important |
The only way ta college is if ya ball like jordan |
Grip like griffey hittin homers in the majors |
Cut back an charge like terel davis |
If it ain’t like that then ya stuck out here with me |
Start wonderin why if ya still livin then ya a g |
Tommarow ain’t promised motherfuckers |
Eat shit and die i run the streets and be a hustler |
If they cross me i’m a put they ass ta rest |
Dont be fuckin with a nigga when hes stressin |