Stressin

(*talking*) Cut the mic up, for me Bass Let's do this thang boy, Deadly Soundz Right back at ya, can't stop nothing This time playa, check this out [Hook - 2x] They don't want this chorus, all they want is murder They don't feel my pain, but they gon feel my presence (*scratching*) And I been stressing, since a adolescent [C-Murder] Now I ain't never ride rallys, but it was closer I done stick up for ballys, we love the smokers I recall I heard you mention my name, but you love To see me stressing, this ain't part of the game you must be high Cause you rocking like a basehead, you hear me I'm grinding working hard for mine, you feel me Four hundred years of pain, and now this It's like them cockroaches got you trained, just like a bitch I see they smile in your face, now what they after And now they wanna take my place, them backstabbers Blucka-blucka, I'ma get you sucker We roll tinted windows, on the black Hummer trucker And after it rain, you might be dead like Jesse James Trained for pain, even when I lose everything I gain It's simple mathematics, review the ballistics Statistics show, we breed soldiers in my district It ain't like Mr. Rogers, I learned the game But it wasn't from the Dodgers, it's from pain And welfare wasn't a question, just a decision We embraced it as a blessing, cause who was missing And my tattoos tell a story, I'm Bossalinie And Kevin died in his glory, I know he see me I'm running but I ain't moving, it's like a dream Cause all they want is murder, that's what it seems [Hook - 2x] [C-Murder] Come meet me in the projects, cause it's a set-up And the only way to stop that, watch him get wet up Ain't no sense in you figuring me, I'm just a pebble In the window he got, is bigger than me Watch me shatter while blood spatter, you hear me hey I'm putting flowers, on my empty grave damn I'm trying to sell a million, so I can provide for my lil' one Still won't live blessed, like the rest of the ghetto children Just confusing em losing pieces, a broken puzzle Russian roulette to my head, the barrel's a bubble muzzle I'm kamikaze, you try me yourself right beside me I'm a wanted man, call baby mama so she can hide me They only thinking, cause all the brothers locked up in prisons Getting letters and pictures, but I know they keep on missing Take a ride to Texas, cruising a stolen Lexus The mack 11 is ready, and it's my only protection Who I believe in really, I put my faith in God I was dealt some bad cards, just fighting in school yards Damn, and fighting all night in bars The devil hit me with a murder charge, all he want is murder boy