Lirik Lagu Stress - Kane And Able
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[Talking]Hey NiggaThis is our last time bonitaAfter this, we outI'm tellin youWe die togetherAn eye for an eye (In Italian)A tooth for a tooth (In Italian)An eye for an eyeA tooth for a toothAll my niggasFeel me
[Verse 1]I can't restSo much stress to live illegalMy uncle on death rowWaiting to get the needleHolla if you hear me, peopleThis dope game is evilA bloody river runnin through the ghettoThat new born babyIn the dumpsterShe been dead for a weekWhile the dope fiend mommaGettin high on the streetGettin beat by policeStill prayin for peaceNiggas playin for keepsYellow tape and white sheetsAnd time is going by so slowyI plead insanityMy family my homiesSick of swallowing rocksTo avoid them cops on the blockSick of judges, lawyers, and cell blocksThis ghetto got me thinkin about deathWhen will it stopEither you punch the clockOr you open up shop
Chorus
Everyday I'm livin with stressSo 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 stressSo 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 stressSo 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 stressSo 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 busterOver respectLast night my little homie cought a bullet in the neckLook in his eyesHe kinda looked surprised in his last breathBut life goes on for niggasThrowin up they setIn terrorIn the ghetto when this shit ain't stoppinNiggas run in your cribAnd make references to why your mommaWashin fiendsNever with a flyChasin a highAnd gettin AIDS from a bitchAin't no way to dieAnd everyday I'm seeing signsOf the end of the worldMy nigga Bobby killed himself and his ladyIn front of his baby girlFeds, watch a niggaTryin to make the busBut niggas stay strappedAnd gats, we trust (C'mon)
Chorus
[Verse 3]Bill Clinton in the White HouseFucking hoesInnocent kids gettin shot on my blockCasket closedHear the niggas in the cell blocksScreaming for freedomTryin to cop a cigarette for stressCause they need themRemember JJ got shotIn a high speed chaseBusted in the backThrough the license plateMy reality is fatalityI verbalize pain before I be another casualtyInfared beam on the glockJust aim and popYou see me for a split secondAnd your dead and gotI try to tell these young kidsGo to schoolThey wanna smoke weed, gang bang, and act a foolThey don't hear me though
[Talking]Yeah manIt's sad you knowWe ain't got no jump shotCan't play footballWe ain't got no money for collegeBut I see these niggas on the blockRolling with their fancy carsFancy goldFancy hoesNigga, I'ma get it how I liveYou knowI'ma y'all young niggas some adviceDon't get greedy niggaGet what you came forTo many niggas dyingTrying to prove something to another niggaBe true to yourselfTrue to what you know niggaStay true to the gizzame
[Verse 1]I can't restSo much stress to live illegalMy uncle on death rowWaiting to get the needleHolla if you hear me, peopleThis dope game is evilA bloody river runnin through the ghettoThat new born babyIn the dumpsterShe been dead for a weekWhile the dope fiend mommaGettin high on the streetGettin beat by policeStill prayin for peaceNiggas playin for keepsYellow tape and white sheetsAnd time is going by so slowyI plead insanityMy family my homiesSick of swallowing rocksTo avoid them cops on the blockSick of judges, lawyers, and cell blocksThis ghetto got me thinkin about deathWhen will it stopEither you punch the clockOr you open up shop
Chorus
Everyday I'm livin with stressSo 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 stressSo 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 stressSo 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 stressSo 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 busterOver respectLast night my little homie cought a bullet in the neckLook in his eyesHe kinda looked surprised in his last breathBut life goes on for niggasThrowin up they setIn terrorIn the ghetto when this shit ain't stoppinNiggas run in your cribAnd make references to why your mommaWashin fiendsNever with a flyChasin a highAnd gettin AIDS from a bitchAin't no way to dieAnd everyday I'm seeing signsOf the end of the worldMy nigga Bobby killed himself and his ladyIn front of his baby girlFeds, watch a niggaTryin to make the busBut niggas stay strappedAnd gats, we trust (C'mon)
Chorus
[Verse 3]Bill Clinton in the White HouseFucking hoesInnocent kids gettin shot on my blockCasket closedHear the niggas in the cell blocksScreaming for freedomTryin to cop a cigarette for stressCause they need themRemember JJ got shotIn a high speed chaseBusted in the backThrough the license plateMy reality is fatalityI verbalize pain before I be another casualtyInfared beam on the glockJust aim and popYou see me for a split secondAnd your dead and gotI try to tell these young kidsGo to schoolThey wanna smoke weed, gang bang, and act a foolThey don't hear me though
[Talking]Yeah manIt's sad you knowWe ain't got no jump shotCan't play footballWe ain't got no money for collegeBut I see these niggas on the blockRolling with their fancy carsFancy goldFancy hoesNigga, I'ma get it how I liveYou knowI'ma y'all young niggas some adviceDon't get greedy niggaGet what you came forTo many niggas dyingTrying to prove something to another niggaBe true to yourselfTrue to what you know niggaStay true to the gizzame
