[Chorus: Faith Evans]
I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out
When you're face to face with your adversity
I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out
We're gonna make this thing work out eventually
[Verse 1: Consequence & Q-Tip]
Yo, I ain't one to complain but there's things in the game
And what's your name?
Consequence, I'm type burnt like flames
And why's that?
American dreams, they got the ghetto kid in a fiend
Don't stress that 'cause it's not in your bloodstream
Your whole being, comes from greatness, do remember
Shatan got you caught in the storms of December
And brothers on the block packing nines like September
Crazy situations keeps pockets on slender
Yo, I be on the avenue where they be actin brand new
I'm splurging on these Reebok joints for shorty boo
All of a sudden, I saw these two kids frontin'
Talking out they joints but they wasn't saying nuttin'
My hand was on my toolie, they was actin unruly
(Yo, say word) Yo, word up, yo, I was type caught up
But I swallowed my pride and let that nonsense ride
Because the positive it sees that negative die
Yo, we was at the dice game making these cats look silly
Flamming, steady running off at my Willie
I had my cash mixed, my rent due, with my play-dough
I gotta see some loot so on my girls I blow
Shook them sh**s in my palm, let em hit the flo'
Kept my eyeballs scoping for them pigs po-po
I got to go on the ave see my parole by fo'
But I gotta steady freak these boys like JoJo
And I was doing it, til I met Ike, Spike, and Mike
One roll, they had my pockets thirstier than Sprite
Yo, I know the feeling, when you feeling like a villain
You be having good thoughts but the evils be revealin'
And the stresses of life can take you off the right path (no doubt)
Jealousy and envy tends to infiltrate your staff
We gotta hold it down so we can move on past
All adversities, so we can get through fast, like that
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Consequence]
You got the N.W.O. (with low cash flow)
Your baby's on the way (and you don't know who)
And crosstown n***as trying to (bust at you)
Aiiyo they got me stressed out (and you don't know what to do)
[Verse 3: Phife Dawg]
Dunn-da-lie, dunn-da-lo, dunn-da-lie, dunn-da-lee
Me no look for trouble but trouble done follow me
All I wanted to be was a illa MC
Ever since me was small as a youth out in Queens
What did you mash on de dancehall (all a me)
Until my best friend caught two in him head (Right, scene)
And ever since that day (ya not hear me?) things been a mess
R.I.P Ghosta Rock, true ting, God bless
So nowadays I go see wifey just to cure me from stress
Lay my head on her breast
Sugar dumpling knows best
Explaining all my problems to her getting things off my chest
A little hook up, squeeze up, and no more am I vexxed
Aiiyo son, without my peeps I'd be truly a**ed out
Make sure I have my medication so I wouldn't pa** out
Native Tongues for believing in me, when everyone was fessing
Most of all Jah Mighty for the guidance and the blessings
[Chorus]
[Outro: Faith Evans]
Come on baby, we gon make it (gonna make it)
Come on baby, we gon make it (oh yeah)
Come on baby, we gon make it (gonna make it)
We gon make it (gotta make it)
Come on baby, we gon make it (gonna make it)
We're gonna make it (we're gonna make it)
Come on baby, we gon make it (we're gonna make it)
We're gonna make it (ohhhhhhh)
Come on baby, we gon make it (ohhhhhhh)
Come on baby, we gon make it (gonna make it)
Come on baby, we gon make it (ohhhhhhh)
We gon make it (ahaowwhwwww)
Come on baby, we gon make it (ahahwwww)
I know we're gonna make it (we're gonna make it)
Come on baby, we gon make it (yeahhhh)
We gon make it (yeahhahhahhhh)
Come on baby, we gon make it (we're gonna make it)
We've gotta make it (we've gotta make it)
We're gonna make it (oh yeah)
I know we're gonna make it
We're gonna make it, gonna make it
We gotta make it, I know we gonna make it...
Gotta make it, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ohhh
We gotta make it, we gotta make it
We gotta make it, yeah, yeah