The Stress Factor

<br>Don`t push me cause i`m close to the edge <br>I`m trying not to lose my head<br>Sometime I sit alone<br>And look deep into my soul<br>And i starrin down at something <br>That`s very out a control<br>Tolerence at zero<br>Emotions dead and gone<br>If indo was a pebble<br>then i`d be a stone<br>Patience low I rest to go<br>I got`s to get Ahead<br>Motherfuck these hoes<br>And Impose I got to get my bread<br>The streets say nothing nice<br>They quit it like the idus<br>And everybody dippin seein<br>who can get the highest<br>Now check this out<br>without a doubt<br>And about to come fresher<br>And about that cab<br>And protect that ass<br>Don`t pannic under pressure<br>My stabbin like a whip<br>Or better an aligator<br>temper going up and down like a <br>Like a fucking elevator<br>bitch I want it know<br>Don`t give me no delay`s<br>My hustlin got me trippin<br>Listen from my ike turner way`s<br>Man this life is real<br>No time to be an actor<br>And i`ll play no man<br>let me know <br>It`s like the stress factor<br><br>I want to grow old<br>have a kid and a place to sleep<br>A down ass wife<br>And when I die i`ll rest in peece<br>But man that`s all a dream<br>This donja got me trippin<br>It got me feelin bleak<br>But I can`t remember what I did last week<br>Now look at my face<br>This shit ain`t fake<br>The pain to turn to pressure<br>Every nigga that know me<br>Don`t cop down to that pressure<br>My mother woke me up<br>One day said "boy you gettin grown"<br>Your momma has 3 jobs<br>Your momma is gettin known<br>So I took it as a hint<br>When ohh my missions free<br>Mind full of hatred<br>got me fuckers time is hard you see<br>That monkeys on my back<br>And I can`t get him off<br>So whatever I do <br>Mom it`s just for you<br>No matter what the cost<br>I put that on my life<br>Everything I see is dark<br>Money is rare<br>But I don`t care<br>Stop that niggaz heart<br>He`s comin on a big wheel<br>I`m comin on a tractor<br>Man take this hate <br>It`s too late<br>It`s called th stress factor<br><br>Some think that i`m the man<br>Some think my shit don`t stink<br>But yes it do<br>I thought you knew<br>I`m not a coward nor a fink<br>One side of my heart got love <br>The other side is hate<br>Boy that hate is steamin love <br>Right in it`s fuckin face<br>Women ask me how i`m livin<br>I tell them day by day<br>With a donja joint<br>That lovely voice <br>A mr. Marvin gay<br>And I got to get away<br>That just might do some good <br>But every time i get away<br>I miss the fuckin hood<br>My homie lost his job<br>He don`t know how to react<br>So I do thangs to help him out <br>Like to a little crac<br>That shit`s over rated<br>Niggas Complicated<br>But you woulod never know<br>From that cat flow<br>How the pictures painted <br>Motherfuckers wisper<br>And think I don`t hear them<br>And wonder why i`m over high<br>And never go near them<br>But love to all my niggas<br>from workin to mid jackers<br>Cause matter what you feel<br>Cause it`s called the stress factor