Don't Stress

Fools collapse when they fuck

With the real mothafucka that is

Bustin slugs all in their mugs

Bitches and snitches run just like a river

The shit that I deliever

Makes em quiver, I'm bigger

My finger's on the trigger

You mothafuckas know

A crazy vato like me

Don't give a fuck I'm OG

So think about that

Little bitch up in a casket

Shit got drastic

That puto's ass got blasted

He fucked around

And got a bullet all up in his face

On a mothafuckin walls

His brains I had to paste

Never trust a man

That likes to yap them fuckin lips

Try to get lok and see my ass

Unloading all them clips

I be the kinda of fool

That takes no shit from no one

To slow that MC down

I got to bust a fuckin round

To the bitch talking out

The mothafuckin neck so

I gotta show em it's me

They better respect , uhhh

[Chorus: Leicy Loc]

Don't stress

You should of worn your

Bullet proof vest

And you might not of caught

These slugs in your chest

Don't stress

You should of worn your

Bullet proof vest

Cause now I got to

Put your ass to rest

[2]

[Leicy Loc]

Now don't think for one second

That this bitch won't trip

What me quickly

Flip and twist your ass up

Then slip the tip of this tech

Down your mothafuckin neck

Puttin your ass in instant check

Best belive that's a promise

Cause I never make threats

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And I never say shit

That I'll some day regret

So when I'm bailin through your set

Don't think I'm out to catch

I might catch a bad one

And your ass is done

Feel the fire from this gun

Run through your chest

Then mentaly prepare yourself

For a long nights rest

Rest In Peace

As you lay so peacefully

Like I said it's as easy as 1 2 3

For me to flee from your presense

So easily

Never under estimate a G

I hate to say but today

Just wasn't your day

And you really picked a bad

Time to come out and play

Baby

[Chorus]

[Bokie Loc]

Some times it's hard to figure out

What type of V-I-V-E I want [to kick his facts]

I'm livin in all of that anguish

Not hard to distinguish facts to straps

In the hand of a young fool

Bullets excape from the chamber

Could it be evil anger and danger

From a demon like this

Breezin through your H double O D's

Whisperin in that ear them BG's

Enlightin em with that non fear

Til they wanna be OG's

We's caught in the middle in between

The scene is this gang violence silence

To those with these bullets up in their brain

Carryin pain on their back to their grave

[It's a shame] Run nigga run man

Stroke by a ball in the game

He wasn't even playin in

Fuck [We got's to cross the field]

There must be another way

And that some drama for your mama

Like every day

[Chorus]