BIZZY BONE LYRICS - Stress Builds

"Stress Builds"

(feat. Big B & Capo)



[Chorus - Bizzy Bone]

And for all the drama thats goin on

and for all the drama drama

and for all the drama thats goin on

pop pop pop pop

one of these stress pills in your mouth..



[Verse 1 - Capo]

In the midst in the darkest nights

Sparkin off the highest flights

And project buildings blastin civilians

But skull-white from cycles of the psycho children

Millions in the revenue, what we seek in these avenues

Steady breakin down crumbs for the Royal Crown

Amongst animals, to the half of you

Understand the mindstate of the most official

I ride with this demonstration, you will die for your fuckin issues

It's drama kickin off, infrared lasers is blazin hot

Burnin up your whole block, lord forgive them they noooo not

Fuck a cop. with the blood clot, buck 'em til they holla

We gon let it rain like Nina Ross

with Tommy-gun-monsta rockets

Eventually niggaz die by crashes of crimson tide

Slippin time in yo life, lines is fallen... I'm energized

it's live baby, airin' out your strip with fo-fives

crazy drama get solved with fatal rocka bye-bye's babay



[Chorus]



[Verse 2 - Bizzy Bone]

Drama's runnin up on ya

when I come round the corner with a pocketful of marijuana

got full of void, and got me searchin for the telly

takin to my celly, put out the order

and tell 'em bust it in ya mother fuckin belly

Ain't you ready?

If the world should end again, I don't really wanna

but I'm gonna be ready for the ending

that's the drama, and if you really wanna

you can date it right back to the beginning

Now who's the fillin villain of karma

orginal militant be marchin in armours

Guess who, Guess who, Guess who, Guess who...

And comin out the kitchen, plenty ammunition

runnin, buckin, jumpin outta the window

my gun bustin and bleedin so fast

bleedin from the glass

tellin myself 'jump up and let off another blast'

through the alleys in a beat-up Malley

To the riots in Pelican Bay

Where the fellas say pop-pop-pop everyday



[Verse 3 - Big B]

Floss mode, for my people

got me rappin crap where I shouldn't be

layed back, fucked up on hennesey

bitch you know me

dem diggin, daggin everythang

now how the fuck am I gonna get rich?

'cause lick, jack that bitch, kill this bitch

hide this bitch, hop in the Benz with bizzy

promise you won't say shit

sing, for the Calico

yes, I believe in God

run up in on his car door

homeboy you gotta die

meet your maker, never no faker

i grind for mine, big boy I shine for mine

that nigga performed, impressed yo girl!

doin things your man dream about

sing

rap hustle