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2 of the crew - stressin' lyrics

[intro]
stressin’ ‘n’ sh+t up on this motherf+ckin’ turf ‘n’ sh+t
what the f+ck they talkin’ bout ??
these motherf+ckers don’t know me, m+th+f+cka !!
i’m out here stressin’ , n+gga, ain’t got no motherf+ckin’ job
i’m out here perking off this motherf+ckin’ indo, n+gga
i’ll do yo’ ass in right, ?nail?
you don’t feel me, n+gga. i ain’t got no f+ckin’ job
my motherf+ckin’ kid got to eat
i’ll do yo ass here on these city+streets

[verse 1]
fire up that thang, dub, and let me take a hit
got stress on my mind, twenty+fo’ i bounce to quit
i’m tryin’ to make a grip, everyday i got my hustle on
on the work daily just to try to keep a happy home
moms, on my nerves, yellin’ : “n+gga keep yo job”
workin’ for them devils, maynе, f+ck a 9 to 5
so i’m on the corner shootin dice, gеttin told back
kickin’ it with my n+ggas comin’ up off them fat sacks
every d+mn day, man, i really can’t call it
got stress on my mind, now i’mma a f+ckin’ alcoholic
the spot be gettin’ hot, police be sh+ttin’ at the curb
tryna catch a n+gga slippin where the dimes is being served
life is too short, so i’m out to have fun
hit the streets with my n+ggas and my mothaf+ckin’ gun
comin’ up in k!lla+cali, man it really ain’t no place to be
if you ain’t a hustla, pimpin’ hoes, smokin’ h+lla weed
livin’ like a baller at the age of 23
you can take me off them streets but the streets will always be in me
never did i think that i would have to turn to the grind
just a ???? but i gots to go and gets mine
life goes on but now i really can see it clearly
?make a n+gga sad? but a playa never shed a tear
n+ggas if you feel me, ?? yo gats high in the air
shoot the f+ckin tw+t just to let em know you don’t care
be about your cash+rule and always teach a hoe a lesson
never givin’ a f+ck cause life keeps a n+gga stressin’
[speaking over the beat]
d+mn, what the f+ck i’mma do now, man ?
motherf+cka can’t find no job, got felonies on my record n sh+t
motherf+cka can’t drive down the streets
mothef+ckin’ that’s parole violation
yo, what the f+ck i’mma do ? which way do i go, man
sh+t, motherf+ckin’…
the motherf+ckin’ county want child+support from me
the motherf+cker b+tch don’t even let me see my motherf+ckin’ kids
which way do i go ? which way do i turn ?
down that crooked road or when it straight like yo ?pern?
’cause the more you try to live right, the shorter comes the ends
the n+gga roll pimp+toes bad n+ggas roll that benz
and the young mack really can’t deal with that
so we ??? f+cks that and here’s the dope track
?? to these motherf+ckin’ fiends but it’s hard to make his green
’cause it’s new on the scene
and ??? just ain’t movin’, you need a quick score
my ??? was some ??? to nearest liquor store
throw yo hand in the air, nah, he don’t care
just give him up yo cash and your life will be spared
fool, stingy motherf+cka got ?????
oh no, here comes the f+ckin kid
now your life is straight over
your real life is when you sober, should’ve listen what moms told ya
never get caught up in this white man system
is made to inprison black men, not to mention
the plot it gets a little thicker
becuase the one who caught the case
didn’t even pull the trigga
got him in the cell, talkin’ teachin’ him a lesson
but in cell can’t teach you sh+t
just keep that n+gga stressin’, on the ?compound?
[verse 2]
i’m livin’ on the edge, everyday i drink a 40 ounce
tryna keep my sh+t cool, right, and rest while in the house
i really don’t know how the f+ck i’mma supposed to feel
these playa+hatin’ n+ggas make me wanna go and grab my steel
i know it ain’t the way
’cause all i wanna do is make cash
stressin’ everyday, inside a n+gga feel it won’t last
so i’m on my toes, hustlin’, comin’ up with plots
just to make some cash, fool, it’s time to hit the block
the things people do just to have a little money
yeah, i know how it is, ’cause when you broke ain’t nuttin funny
with bushes on your mind, twenty+fo’ will keep a n+gga stressin
on my knees at night, prayin, beggin’ god for a blessin
now i lay me down and pray the lord my soul to keep
makin’ it to the top in my dreams is what i’ve always seen
i know i done some wrong, but i really didn’t have a ??
n+gga get a job, i move out, yeah my momma’s voice
back to them streets just to hustle for a short ?spell?
i didn’t wanna do but a fiend equals clientele
money in my pocket and some gas in my f+ckin’ tank
five on the sacks and some hennessy for me to drank
so i keeps on with my sh+t had to teach a lesson
never givin’ a f+ck ’cause life keeps a n+gga stressin’

[outro]
sh+t, what the f+ck i’m ‘posed to do ?
i don’t know, just goin about my motherf+ckin’ business
and bettin’ no motherf+ckin f+ck me
i’m stressed the f+ck out
i ain’t go no job, i ain’t got sh+t
f+ck it !! f+ck it !!

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