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The Stress Factor

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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

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