J Dilla - Stressed Out lyrics

[Intro/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 (What's your name?) Consequence, I'm tight, burnt like flames (And why's that?) American dreams, they got this ghetto kid in a fiend Don't stress that cause it's not in your bloodstream Your whole being, comes from greatness, d'you 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 (Say word) Yo word up, yo I was tight caught up But I swallowed my pride and let that nonsense ride Because I'm positive it seems that negative dies Yo we was at the dice game making these cats look silly Flaming, steady running off at the Willie I had my cash mixed, my rent due, with my play-dough I gotta see some loot so all my girls I blow Shook them sh**s in my palm let em hit the flo' Kept my eyeballs scopign 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. (low cash flow) Your baby's on the way (and you don't know who) And crosstown n***as trying to (bust at you) Aiyyo they got me stressed out (and you don't know what to do) So frame this Kodak black, and vision to my contact With a poultry scrap, workers get pistol smacked The switch hitting Queens, n***as liquid sword spittin With raw poppy, and now your first love is krill Your vision of the mil got crept like Hey Lover Tried to rise to the top, you just couldn't recover And all I want is my laceration of the pie To get this whip cream before the water runs dry n***as flash dancing, yo, I don't know why You're sick of snitching, she got you cruising to the pokey Like Smokey, the stress be trying to squeeze out a homey While I be trying to get star status like Shinobi So we can build a dynasty, just like the Toby's And all I want, is the world to know my steez These money hungry n***as is seven thirty And got me stressed out like these frog emcees [Chorus] [Outro: Faith Evans] Don't worry we gon make it (gonna make it) Don't worry we gon make it (oh yeah) Don't worry we gon make it (gonna make it) We gon make it (gotta make it) Don't worry we gon make it (gotta make it) We're gonna make it (we gotta make it) Don't worry we gon make it (we gonna make it) We gonna make it (ohhhhhhh) Don't worry we gon make it (ohhhhhhh) Don't worry we gon make it (gonna make it) Don't worry we gon make it (ohhhhhhh) We gon make it (ahaowwhwwww) Don't worry we gon make it (ahahwwww) I know we gonna make it (we're gonna make it) C'mon baby we gon make it (yeahhhh) We gon make it (yeahhahhahhhh) Don't worry we gon make it (we're gonna make it) We've gotta make it (we've gotta make it) We've gotta make it (oh yeah) Know we're gonna make it We're gonna make it, gonna make it, we gotta make it, know we gonna make it...