Stressin'
Master P feat. C‐Murder Lyrics

Cut that mike up for me bass
Prepare the microphone for me, emphasizing the bass in the sound

Let's do this thang boy
Let's get this done, boy

Deadly sounds right back at ya
Responding with powerful and threatening sounds

Can't stop none of this?
Unable to prevent any of this from happening?

Playa, check this out
Listen up, player

They don't want this chorus all they want is Murder
People are not interested in the chorus, they only desire violence and murder

They don't feel my pain but they gone feel my presence
Others may not understand my struggles, but they'll definitely experience my impact

And I've been stressin' since a adolescent
I've been under pressure since my teenage years

Now I ain't never robbed rally's
I have never stolen from rally's

But it was close, I've done stick ups for Bally's
Although not rally's, I have been involved in robberies at Bally's

We love to smoke as I recall I heard you mention my name
We enjoy smoking, and I remember hearing you talk about me

What you love to see me stressin'?
Are you pleased to witness me under stress?

This ain't part of the game you must be high
This is not how the game is played, you must be intoxicated

'Cause you rockin' like a Bass Head
You're acting erratically, like someone addicted to bass

You hear me, I'm grindin', workin' hard for mine ya feel me
Do you understand? I'm hustling and working tirelessly for what's rightfully mine

Four hundred years of pain and now this
Centuries of suffering, and now this

It's like them cockroaches got you trained, just like a bitch
It seems like you've been manipulated by those lowly individuals, just like a submissive person

You see they smile in yo face now what they after
They pretend to be friendly, but what are their true intentions?

And now they wanna take my place
And now they want to replace me

Them back stabba's, blucka blucka, I'mma get you sucka
Those traitors, I will confront and seek revenge on them

We roll tinted windows on the black Humma Trucka
We drive a black Hummer truck with tinted windows

And after it rain he might be dead like Jesse James
After the rainfall, he could be killed just like Jesse James

Trained for pain even when I lose everything I gain
Prepared for suffering, even when I lose all my possessions

It's simple mathematics when you go ballistic
It's straightforward logic when you become uncontrollably angry

Statistics show we breed soldiers in my district
Statistics demonstrate that we raise warriors in my neighborhood

It ain't like Mr. Rodgers I learned the game
It's not like Mr. Rodgers, I learned the harsh realities of life

But it wasn't from the Dodgers
But I didn't learn it from the Dodgers

Pissed from pain, and Welfair wasn't a question
Angry due to suffering, and receiving welfare was not a question

Just a decision, we embraced it as a blessin'
It was simply a choice, and we accepted it as a blessing

'Cause food was missin' and my tattoos tell a story
Because there was a lack of food, and my tattoos represent my journey

I'm Bossainie and Kevin died in his glory
I am Bossainie, and Kevin died in a heroic manner

I know he see me, I'm runnin' but I ain't movin'
I know he sees me, I'm constantly moving but without progress

It's like a dream, 'cause all they want is Murder
It's like a nightmare, because all they desire is violence and murder

Come meet me in the projecets 'cause it's a set up
Meet me in the projects, but be aware that it's a trap

And the only way to stop, watch him get wet up
And the only way to put an end to it is to witness him getting shot

Ain't no since in you fakin' with me
There's no point in you pretending with me

I'm just a pebble and the window you got is bigger than me
I'm insignificant compared to the challenges you're facing

Watch me shadow while blood splattered and hit the pave
Witness me lurking in the shadows as blood splatters and lands on the pavement

I'm puttin' fresh flowers on my empty grave
I'm preparing fresh flowers for my grave, which currently remains empty

Tryna sell a million so I can provide for my lil' one
I'm trying to sell a million records in order to support my child

Shit, they want little mess like the rest of the ghetto children
They desire chaos, just like the other children in the ghetto

It's confusin', I'm losin' pieces to a broken puzzle
It's perplexing, I'm losing fragments to a shattered puzzle

Russian Roulette to my head it's down bubble muzzle
Playing Russian Roulette with my life, the gun barrel pressed against my head

I'm Kamakazi, you try me put yourself right beside me
I'm like a Kamikaze, if you test me, you're putting yourself in danger

I'm a wanted man call Baby Mamma so she can hide me
I'm a fugitive, so call my Baby Mama to provide me with hiding

The only victim is all the brotha locked up in prison
The true victims are all the black men imprisoned

Gettin' letters and pictures, I know they people miss em'
Receiving letters and pictures, I know their loved ones miss them

Take a ride to Texas in a stolen Lexus
Go on a journey to Texas in a stolen Lexus

Three mack 11's is ready, that's me only protection
I have three Mac-11 guns ready, that's my only means of protection

"Who do I believe in really?", I put my faith in God
Questioning who to truly believe in, I choose to have faith in God

I was dealt some bad cards, he's fightin' in school yards
I was given a difficult hand, and now I'm fighting in school grounds

And fightin' at night behind bars the devil hit me wit a murder charge
Engaging in fights at night within prison walls, the devil accused me of murder

All they want is Murder boy
All they desire is violence and murder, boy