Stressin

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Cut that mike up for me bass
 Let's do this thang boy,
 Deadly sounds right back at ya
 Can't stop none of this?
 Playa, check this out
 They don't want this chorus all they want is Murder
 They don't feel my pain but they gone feel my presence
 And I've been stressin' since a adolescent
 They don't want this chorus all they want is Murder
 They don't feel my pain but they gone feel my presence
 Now I ain't never robbed rally's
 But it was close, I've done stick ups for Bally's
 We love to smoke as I recall I heard you mention my name
 What you love to see me stressin'?
 This ain't part of the game you must be high
 'Cause you rockin' like a Bass Head
 You hear me, I'm grindin', workin' hard for mine ya feel me
 Four hundred years of pain and now this
 It's like them cockroaches got you trained, just like a bitch
 You see they smile in yo face now what they after
 And now they wanna take my place
 Them back stabba's, blucka blucka, I'mma get you sucka
 We roll tinted windows on the black Humma Trucka
 And after it rain he might be dead like Jesse James
 Trained for pain even when I lose everything I gain
 It's simple mathematics when you go ballistic
 Statistics show we breed soldiers in my district
 It ain't like Mr. Rodgers I learned the game
 But it wasn't from the Dodgers
 Pissed from pain, and Welfair wasn't a question
 Just a decision, we embraced it as a blessin'
 'Cause food was missin' and my tattoos tell a story
 I'm Bossainie and Kevin died in his glory
 I know he see me, I'm runnin' but I ain't movin'
 It's like a dream, 'cause all they want is Murder
 That's what it seem
 They don't want this chorus, all they want is Murder
 They don't feel my pain but they gone feel my presence
 And I've been stressin' since a adolescent
 They don't want this chorus all they want is Murder
 They don't feel my pain but they gone feel my presence
 And I've been stressin' since a adolescent
 Come meet me in the projecets 'cause it's a set up
 And the only way to stop, watch him get wet up
 Ain't no since in you fakin' with me
 I'm just a pebble and the window you got is bigger than me
 Watch me shadow while blood splattered and hit the pave
 I'm puttin' fresh flowers on my empty grave
 Tryna sell a million so I can provide for my lil' one
 Shit, they want little mess like the rest of the ghetto children
 It's confusin', I'm losin' pieces to a broken puzzle
 Russian Roulette to my head it's down bubble muzzle
 I'm Kamakazi, you try me put yourself right beside me
 I'm a wanted man call Baby Mamma so she can hide me
 The only victim is all the brotha locked up in prison
 Gettin' letters and pictures, I know they people miss em'
 Take a ride to Texas in a stolen Lexus
 Three mack 11's is ready, that's me only protection
 "Who do I believe in really?", I put my faith in God
 I was dealt some bad cards, he's fightin' in school yards
 And fightin' at night behind bars the devil hit me wit a murder charge
 All they want is Murder boy

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Duration
03:21
Key
1
Tempo
156 BPM

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