Consequence - Stressed Out (Baby Phife Version) lyrics

[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 And what's your name? Consequence, I'm type burnt like flames And why's that? American dreams, they got the ghetto kid in a fiend Don't stress that 'cause it's not in your bloodstream Your whole being, comes from greatness, do 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 (Yo, say word) Yo, word up, yo, I was type caught up But I swallowed my pride and let that nonsense ride Because the positive it sees that negative die Yo, we was at the dice game making these cats look silly Flamming, steady running off at my Willie I had my cash mixed, my rent due, with my play-dough I gotta see some loot so on my girls I blow Shook them sh**s in my palm, let em hit the flo' Kept my eyeballs scoping 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. (with low cash flow) Your baby's on the way (and you don't know who) And crosstown n***as trying to (bust at you) Aiiyo they got me stressed out (and you don't know what to do) [Verse 3: Phife Dawg] Dunn-da-lie, dunn-da-lo, dunn-da-lie, dunn-da-lee Me no look for trouble but trouble done follow me All I wanted to be was a illa MC Ever since me was small as a youth out in Queens What did you mash on de dancehall (all a me) Until my best friend caught two in him head (Right, scene) And ever since that day (ya not hear me?) things been a mess R.I.P Ghosta Rock, true ting, God bless So nowadays I go see wifey just to cure me from stress Lay my head on her breast Sugar dumpling knows best Explaining all my problems to her getting things off my chest A little hook up, squeeze up, and no more am I vexxed Aiiyo son, without my peeps I'd be truly a**ed out Make sure I have my medication so I wouldn't pa** out Native Tongues for believing in me, when everyone was fessing Most of all Jah Mighty for the guidance and the blessings [Chorus] [Outro: Faith Evans] Come on baby, we gon make it (gonna make it) Come on baby, we gon make it (oh yeah) Come on baby, we gon make it (gonna make it) We gon make it (gotta make it) Come on baby, we gon make it (gonna make it) We're gonna make it (we're gonna make it) Come on baby, we gon make it (we're gonna make it) We're gonna make it (ohhhhhhh) Come on baby, we gon make it (ohhhhhhh) Come on baby, we gon make it (gonna make it) Come on baby, we gon make it (ohhhhhhh) We gon make it (ahaowwhwwww) Come on baby, we gon make it (ahahwwww) I know we're gonna make it (we're gonna make it) Come on baby, we gon make it (yeahhhh) We gon make it (yeahhahhahhhh) Come on baby, we gon make it (we're gonna make it) We've gotta make it (we've gotta make it) We're gonna make it (oh yeah) I know we're gonna make it We're gonna make it, gonna make it We gotta make it, I know we gonna make it... Gotta make it, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, ohhh We gotta make it, we gotta make it We gotta make it, yeah, yeah