The Stress Factor Lyrics - Singles - Dre Dog (andre Nickatina)

Don't push me cause i'm close to the edge 

I'm trying not to lose my head 

Sometimes I sit alone 

And look deep into my soul 

And i'm starrin down at something 

That's very out a control 

Tolerence at zero 

Emotions dead and gone 

If indo was a pebble 

man consider me stoned 

Patience low I rest to go 

I got's to get Ahead 

Motherfuck these hoes 

And Impose I got to get my bread 

The streets say nothing nice 

They crooked like the idus 

And everybody dippin seein 

who can get the highest 

Now check this out 

without a doubt 

And about to come fresher 

And about that cab 

And protect that ass 

Don't pannic under pressure 

My stabbin like a whip 

Or better an aligator 

temper going up and down like a 

Like a fucking elevator 

bitch I want it know 

Don't give me no delay's 

My hustlin got me trippin 

Listen from my ike turner way's 

Man this life is real 

No time to be an actor 

And i'll play no man 

let me know 

It's like the stress factor 

I want to grow old 

have a kid and a place to sleep 

A down ass wife 

And when I die i'll rest in peece 

But man that's all a dream 

This donja got me trippin 

It got me feelin bleak 

But I can't remember what I did last week 

Now look at my face 

This shit ain't fake 

The pain to turn to pressure 

Every nigga that know me 

Don't cop down to that pressure 

My mother woke me up 

One day said "boy you gettin grown" 

Your momma has 3 jobs 

Your momma is gettin known 

So I took it as a hint 

When ohh my missions free 

Mind full of hatred 

got me fuckers time is hard you see 

That monkeys on my back 

And I can't get him off 

So whatever I do 

Mom it's just for you 

No matter what the cost 

I put that on my life 

Everything I see is dark 

Money is rare 

But I don't care 

Stop that niggaz heart 

He's comin on a big wheel 

I'm comin on a tractor 

Man take this hate 

It's too late 

It's called th stress factor 

Some think that i'm the man 

Some think my shit don't stink 

But yes it do 

I thought you knew 

I'm not a coward nor a fink 

One side of my heart got love 

The other side is hate 

Boy that hate is steamin love 

Right in it's fuckin face 

Women ask me how i'm livin 

I tell them day by day 

With a donja joint 

That lovely voice 

A mr. Marvin gay 

And I got to get away 

That just might do some good 

But every time i get away 

I miss the fuckin hood 

My homie lost his job 

He don't know how to react 

So I do thangs to help him out 

Like to a little crac 

That shit's over rated 

Niggas Complicated 

But you woulod never know 

From that cat flow 

How the pictures painted 

Motherfuckers wisper 

And think I don't hear them 

And wonder why i'm over high 

And never go near them 

But love to all my niggas 

from workin to mid jackers 

Cause matter what you feel 

Cause it's called the stress factor