Champ M.C. - Stressin' Me lyrics

[Hook: Champ MC] Aw, they stressin me, pa** me my nine Aw, they stressin me, pa** my my nine Aw, they stressin me, pa** me my nine They stressin me, they stressin me, pa** me my nine [Champ MC] Aw, they stressin me, pa** me my nine Pleasure and pain son, I'm gonna get mine Cham is my name and taboo is my fly kick I rap like a n***a, but don't jump on my dick Oh they stressin me, pa** me my nine They get me heated, these b**hes better beat it I'm wanted for murder, a**ault wack rappers f**in manslaughta, watch ya back, I'm commin next for ya daughter Ooh, things are getting nasty, they won't last me Ya testing me like Tim Dog, then step to me Gimme the mic, I burn a hole in your head Catch a body, if I got hot, then that sh** is dead Into reality, we have two personalities We just like 'f** it', and go on with profanity [Hook] [Champ MC] They stressin me, they stressin me, pa** me my nine Send me a victim so I can get mine All these bum b**hes is getting out of line And if you do the crime, you gotta do the time I said oh, they stressin me, pain in my chest Gotta get my nine and my bulletproof vest Crazy as a ??, cuz now I'm f**ing next Seven b**hes down, now guess who's next b**hes get snitches and punks get lumps If you think you want it then step your p**y a** up chump Cuz I got pumps thats in my leg, its in my chest Its in my home and now I'm goin to some n***as home I flip out, k** others like Son of Sam Wanted by the cops, but they don't know who the f** I am Yo what goes on, you gotta settle that sh** They stressin you, they stressin you, ain't that a b**h [Hook] [Champ MC] Aw they stressin me, pa** me my nine You get me heated, what, they got me heated I shouldn't have to repeat it You know my style been wild, but should I reminisce Or represent, but don't tip me Steppin to the Champ MC, you betta flee you little booga Why you got my back? You know the hook up And if you a n***a, bring it on You were dead wrong, and the family's too smart Yeah, you tried to stamp me, but I ?? you by lil inches Ayo f** that, you rollin with the ghetto b**hes On the fairy rollin deep, like fifty jeeps So don't sleep, it's my style you better peep Uh, pull ya sh** up in the jeep, I guarantee this The type of flava that knock ya a** right off your feet I compete my verses with curses But you look like the mic man, you can't come close to this [Hook X2]