Bokie Loc - Don't Stress lyrics

[Knightowl] Fools collapse when they f** With the real mothaf**a that is Bustin slugs all in their mugs b**hes and snitches run just like a river The sh** that I deliever Makes em quiver, I'm bigger My finger's on the trigger You mothaf**as know A crazy vato like me Don't give a f** I'm OG So think about that Little b**h up in a casket sh** got drastic That puto's a** got blasted He f**ed around And got a bullet all up in his face On a mothaf**in walls His brains I had to paste Never trust a man That likes to yap them f**in lips Try to get lok and see my a** Unloading all them clips I be the kinda of fool That takes no sh** from no one To slow that MC down I got to bust a f**in round To the b**h talking out The mothaf**in neck so I gotta show em it's me They better respect , uhhh [Chorus: Leicy Loc] Don't stress You should of worn your Bullet proof vest And you might not of caught These slugs in your chest Don't stress You should of worn your Bullet proof vest Cause now I got to Put your a** to rest [2] [Leicy Loc] Now don't think for one second That this b**h won't trip What me quickly Flip and twist your a** up Then slip the tip of this tech Down your mothaf**in neck Puttin your a** in instant check Best belive that's a promise Cause I never make threats And I never say sh** That I'll some day regret So when I'm bailin through your set Don't think I'm out to catch I might catch a bad one And your a** is done Feel the fire from this gun Run through your chest Then mentaly prepare yourself For a long nights rest Rest In Peace As you lay so peacefully Like I said it's as easy as 1 2 3 For me to flee from your presense So easily Never under estimate a G I hate to say but today Just wasn't your day And you really picked a bad Time to come out and play Baby [Chorus] [Bokie Loc] Some times it's hard to figure out What type of V-I-V-E I want [to kick his facts] I'm livin in all of that anguish Not hard to distinguish facts to straps In the hand of a young fool Bullets excape from the chamber Could it be evil anger and danger From a demon like this Breezin through your H double O D's Whisperin in that ear them BG's Enlightin em with that non fear Til they wanna be OG's We's caught in the middle in between The scene is this gang violence silence To those with these bullets up in their brain Carryin pain on their back to their grave [It's a shame] Run n***a run man Stroke by a ball in the game He wasn't even playin in f** [We got's to cross the field] There must be another way And that some drama for your mama Like every day [Chorus]