Stressin' - Tru, C-Murder, Computer

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

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

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

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