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