Testo Stressin' - Celly Cel
Testo della canzone Stressin' (Celly Cel), tratta dall'album Deep Conversation
(X4)
I'm stressed out nigga
Sitting on my bed, staring at the roof
Loading up my strap, putting on a bulletproof
These niggas getting shady, in the street a snake in 'em
Want to fill me with venom but I got heaters in my denim
They think I ain't gon' do 'em, I'ma make 'em all believers
Send him to the morgue, walk his mama to the freezer
Identify the body, "Young lady is that your baby?"
Looking like Swiss cheese, smothered like gravy
They talking like they want to see me so I'm in they face
Look 'em in they eyes 'fore I have they ass erased
You want to play? We can spray all day
What you niggas say? I bring the funk where you stay
You can't handle this scandalous nigga raised by the streets
Live or die by the heat and all I want is bloody meat (bloody meat)
Just to live to see another day is a blessing
Why I got to be the one that's stuck and stressing?
(X2)
Been through a lot of shit, I ain't the one to test
Feel like I'm going crazy in a land full of stress
Trying to get some money, these niggas want to off me
Homies want to see me fall, bitches want to cross me
What they gon' do with me?
'Cause I don't fuck with them suckers, they ain't cool with me
Act a fool with me and see the G that's waiting to come
Out and act dumb, catch 'em on the run or something
Fools don't understand the way I shoot this shit
Got my steel toes on, about to boot this bitch
In the ass, thinking she gon' get a pass from me
You either flock or pop the trunk and come and blast with me
On the enemy, the Hennessy be blurring my vision
I might make the wrong decision if you planning on living
Don't be fucking with a hog, give me dap and bounce
Or your homies gon' be sinking, this is
For my homies pouring out of 40 ounce
Reminiscing, wishing y'all was still on a mission
But your punk ass wouldn't listen
Itching to take my frustrations out on the next man with no questions
'Cause I'm stressing
(X2)
Been through a lot of shit, I ain't the one to test
Feel like I'm going crazy in a land full of stress
Trying to get some money, these niggas want to off me
Homies want to see me fall, bitches want to cross me
Ain't nothing left to do but drink brews
Kick it with my crew and think about making revenues
I didn't choose to struggle
But you got to be under before you bubble and the D game pay double
So I had to get my hands in that
When you in the hood ain't no other plans than that
That Microsoft computer chip wasn't important
The only way to college if you ball like Jordan
Rip like Griffey hitting homers in the majors
Or cut back against the grain like Terrell Davis
If it ain't like that you stuck out here with me
Start with a Y, if you still breathing then you a G (you a G)
Tomorrow ain't promised motherfucker
Eat, shit and die, run the streets and be a hustler
If they cross me I'ma put they ass to resting
Don't be fucking with a nigga when he stressing
(X4)
Been through a lot of shit, I ain't the one to test
Feel like I'm going crazy in a land full of stress
Trying to get some money, these niggas want to off me
Homies want to see me fall, bitches want to cross me
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Writer(s): William Houseman
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