Chorus (K young) Let me take your stress away Let go of the drama from yesterday I need this break in a major way, baby I know what you're looking for
scholar called K-R-S You can spend your money on others but they ain't blessed You can spend your money drugs and still be stressed Look around for conscious
Father was stressed/ Momma asked him to leave as she departed to death/ And ever since, I've been convinced that it's kill or be killed/ Had the young
on our block we still play And I can't help but wonder why, so many young kids had to die Caught strays from A.K's in the drive by Swollen pride and
dinner food Came a long way from a bored-day, dead away where there's war play Fuck grands, I'll say, rather die for my A-K Wit' these fag ass niggaz
to-fiver Ruckus, beef, the ghetto is all I know Hunger, no feast is all a young nigga know Blow, get tore down, get a stressed nigga through And this K
gangsta rappin' was an art Nigga so don't test ya bullet-proof vest 'Cause real niggas do real thangs up under stress That's from the C-P-T, young G
an art Nigga (nigga), so don't test ya bullet-proof vest (nah) Cause real niggaz do real thangs up under stress That's from the C-P-T, young G with heart
Father was stressed Momma asked him to leave as she departed to death And ever since, I've been convinced that it's kill or be killed Had the young mind
had I know that Your heart is sad Don't worry About how things seem to be I want you to be glad And think of me [Verse 2: K-Rino] Young fella going crazy
get a sack So ain't no straight foolin' with the black ass K Clownin' while you frown, ain't the truth gettin' you down? Why don't you get yo' ass away
a long way from my born day, dead away where there's war play Fuck friends I'll say, rather die for my A-K with these fag-ass niggaz, see-through glass
K-R-S You can spend your money on others but THEY AIN'T BLESSED You can spend your money drugs and STILL BE STRESSED Look around for conscious rappes
long way from my born day, dead away where there's war play Fuck friends I'll say, rather die for my A-K with these fag-ass niggaz, see-through glass
