Dre Dog (Andre Nickatina) - The Stress Factor Lyrics

Don't push me cause i'm close to the edge

I'm trying not to lose my head

Sometime I sit alone

And look deep into my soul

And i starrin down at something

That's very out a control

Tolerence at zero

Emotions dead and gone

If indo was a pebble

then i'd be a stone

Patience low I rest to go

I got's to get Ahead

Motherf*ck these hoes

And Impose I got to get my bread

The streets say nothing nice

They quit it like the idus

And everybody dippin seein

who can get the highest

Now check this out

without a doubt

And about to come fresher

And about that cab

And protect that ass

Don't pannic under pressure

My stabbin like a whip

Or better an aligator

temper going up and down like a

Like a f*cking elevator

bitch I want it know

Don't give me no delay's

My hustlin got me trippin

Listen from my ike turner way's

Man this life is real

No time to be an actor

And i'll play no man

let me know

It's like the stress factor



I want to grow old

have a kid and a place to sleep

A down ass wife

And when I die i'll rest in peece

But man that's all a dream

This donja got me trippin

It got me feelin bleak

But I can't remember what I did last week

Now look at my face

This shit ain't fake

The pain to turn to pressure

Every nigga that know me

Don't cop down to that pressure

My mother woke me up

One day said "boy you gettin grown"

Your momma has 3 jobs

Your momma is gettin known

So I took it as a hint

When ohh my missions free

Mind full of hatred

got me f*ckers time is hard you see

That monkeys on my back

And I can't get him off

So whatever I do

Mom it's just for you

No matter what the cost

I put that on my life

Everything I see is dark

Money is rare

But I don't care

Stop that niggaz heart

He's comin on a big wheel

I'm comin on a tractor

Man take this hate

It's too late

It's called th stress factor



Some think that i'm the man

Some think my shit don't stink

But yes it do

I thought you knew

I'm not a coward nor a fink

One side of my heart got love

The other side is hate

Boy that hate is steamin love

Right in it's f*ckin face

Women ask me how i'm livin

I tell them day by day

With a donja joint

That lovely voice

A mr. Marvin gay

And I got to get away

That just might do some good

But every time i get away

I miss the f*ckin hood

My homie lost his job

He don't know how to react

So I do thangs to help him out

Like to a little crac

That shit's over rated

Niggas Complicated

But you woulod never know

From that cat flow

How the pictures painted

Motherf*ckers wisper

And think I don't hear them

And wonder why i'm over high

And never go near them

But love to all my niggas

from workin to mid jackers

Cause matter what you feel

Cause it's called the stress factor