Kane And Able - Stress lyrics
[Talking] Hey Nigga This is our last time bonita After this, we out I'm tellin you We die together An eye for an eye (In Italian) A tooth for a tooth (In Italian) An eye for an eye A tooth for a tooth All my niggas Feel me [Verse 1] I can't rest So much stress to live illegal My uncle on death row Waiting to get the needle Holla if you hear me, people This dope game is evil A bloody river runnin through the ghetto That new born baby In the dumpster She been dead for a week While the dope fiend momma Gettin high on the street Gettin beat by police Still prayin for peace Niggas playin for keeps Yellow tape and white sheets And time is going by so slowy I plead insanity My family my homies Sick of swallowing rocks To avoid them cops on the block Sick of judges, lawyers, and cell blocks This ghetto got me thinkin about death When will it stop Either you punch the clock Or you open up shop Chorus Everyday I'm livin with stress So I smoke the cess (I don't wanna die in the ghetto) To the get the pain of my chest Everyday I'm livin with stress So I smoke the cess (Please don't let me die in the ghetto) To the get the pain of my chest Everyday I'm livin with stress So I smoke the cess (I don't wanna die in the ghetto) To the get the pain of my chest Everyday I'm livin with stress So I smoke the cess (Please don't let me die in the ghetto) To the get the pain of my chest [Verse 2] Gettin murdered by the hands of a buster Over respect Last night my little homie cought a bullet in the neck Look in his eyes He kinda looked surprised in his last breath But life goes on for niggas Throwin up they set In terror In the ghetto when this shit ain't stoppin Niggas run in your crib And make references to why your momma Washin fiends Never with a fly Chasin a high And gettin AIDS from a bitch Ain't no way to die And everyday I'm seeing signs Of the end of the world My nigga Bobby killed himself and his lady In front of his baby girl Feds, watch a nigga Tryin to make the bus But niggas stay strapped And gats, we trust (C'mon) Chorus [Verse 3] Bill Clinton in the White House Fucking hoes Innocent kids gettin shot on my block Casket closed Hear the niggas in the cell blocks Screaming for freedom Tryin to cop a cigarette for stress Cause they need them Remember JJ got shot In a high speed chase Busted in the back Through the license plate My reality is fatality I verbalize pain before I be another casualty Infared beam on the glock Just aim and pop You see me for a split second And your dead and got I try to tell these young kids Go to school They wanna smoke weed, gang bang, and act a fool They don't hear me though [Talking] Yeah man It's sad you know We ain't got no jump shot Can't play football We ain't got no money for college But I see these niggas on the block Rolling with their fancy cars Fancy gold Fancy hoes Nigga, I'ma get it how I live You know I'ma y'all young niggas some advice Don't get greedy nigga Get what you came for To many niggas dying Trying to prove something to another nigga Be true to yourself True to what you know nigga Stay true to the gizzame
