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Celly Cel - Stressin' lyrics
[Celly Cel] I'm stressed out nigga, I'm stressed out nigga 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 Chorus: (x2) 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) [Celly Cel] 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 Chorus (2x) [Celly Cel] 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 aint like that then ya stuck out here with me start wonderin why if ya still livin then ya a g tommarow aint 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 Chorus (3x) |
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