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prodigy - stop stressin’ lyrics

[intro: ?, prodigy]
you crazy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
you out your mind
mobb deep (we don’t stop)
crazy, my heart pump dough
(can’t stop)
you n+ggas pump soul
mobb deep

[verse: prodigy]
wake up, wake up the big homie back
the head n+gga in charge of rap
believe you me, the gangsters they dance to that
cups in hand, with a blunt, ’bout to light that
and you already know when the kid p do it
the whole world stop and listen to the music
but i don’t want you to stop, keep the crowd moving
f+ck what i’m saying, just groove to it ‘cos
i could write this sh+t all day
they say i’m getting lazy, i say i’m getting paid
to write easier sh+t than dr. seuss
that make the girls want to get loose, and have they fun
while they still young, sugar pops want to pop it off with thugs
it’s too many sugar pops, and not enough dunns, yeah
that’s how we like it son
get with a rich black thug, who drive a [?] mobile and got a penthouse on 81st
while these rappers pop sh+t, i’m tryna squirt
don’t force me to put in work
[chorus: prodigy, ?]
get your own, n+gga stop stressing
what i do, n+gga don’t stress me
who i s+x, n+gga stop stressing (that’s right)
how i live, and how much i paid for this (that’s right)
get your own, n+gga stop stressing (get your own, your own, you heard?)
what i do, n+gga don’t stress me
who i s+x, n+gga stop stressing
how i live, and how much i paid for this

[verse: prodigy, ?]
stupid ring, and idiot bracelet
big dumbass chain and the watch on my wrist
is r+t+rded (get ’em)
make your face like you can’t sh+t, n+ggas need laxative
they girlfriend face light up, and they step right up, like what up dunn
‘member love, light up
and we gon’ turn the night up, you made me mad popular with the hoes
with that picture at the show
and i ain’t get a chance to say thank you for putting the infamous p up on that screen
ain’t nothing better than some good rap beef
the fans eating it up, and some say it’s weak
‘cos people is dying, but people getting k!lled every day n+gga stop crying
imma help you get the fear out your chest, yeah, prodigy he got the best

[chorus: prodigy, ?]
get your own, n+gga stop stressing
what i do, n+gga don’t stress me (that’s right)
who i s+x, n+gga stop stressing
how i live, and how much i paid for this (mind your own)
get your own, n+gga stop stressing
what i do, n+gga don’t stress me (ayo ayo back up son, back up)
who i s+x, n+gga stop stressing
how i live, and how much i paid for this
[outro: ?]
you n+ggas don’t want it
americas most wanted
americas nightmare
your motherf+cking worst dream n+gga
he’s back
like i went somewhere

- prodigy lyrics

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