Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Faith Evans
Faith Evans
Vocals
Consequence
Consequence
Vocals
Ali Shaheed Muhammad
Ali Shaheed Muhammad
DJ
Anita Baker
Anita Baker
Sampled Artist
Phife Dawg
Phife Dawg
Vocals
Q-Tip
Q-Tip
Vocals
The Ummah
The Ummah
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kamaal Fareed
Kamaal Fareed
Lyrics
Ali Shaheed Muhammad
Ali Shaheed Muhammad
Composer
Dexter Mills
Dexter Mills
Lyrics
Gary Taylor
Gary Taylor
Composer
James Yancey
James Yancey
Songwriter
Malik Izaak Taylor
Malik Izaak Taylor
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Ummah
The Ummah
Producer
Bob Power
Bob Power
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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 Yo I ain't one to complain but there's things in the game (What's your name?) Consequence, I'm tight, burnt like flames (And why's that?) American dreams, they got this ghetto kid in a fiend Don't stress that 'cause it's not in your bloodstream Your whole being, comes from greatness, d'you remember Shatan got you caught in the storms of December And brothers on the block packin' nines like September Crazy situations keeps pockets on slender (check it) Yo I be on the avenue where they be actin' brand new I'm splurgin' on these Reebok joints for shorty boo All of a sudden, I saw these two kids frontin' Talkin' out they joints but they wasn't sayin' nuttin' My hand was on my toolie they was actin' unruly (Say word) yo word up, yo I was tight caught up But I swallowed my pride and let that nonsense ride Because I'm positive it seems that negative dies Yo we was at the dice game makin these cats look silly Flamin', steady runnin' off at the Willie I had my cash mixed, my rent due, with my play-dough I gotta see some loot so all my girls I blow Shook them shits in my palm let 'em hit the flo' Kept my eyeballs scopin' 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 doin' it, 'til I met Ike, Spike, and Mike One roll, they had my pockets thirstier than Sprite Yo I know the feelin', when you feelin' like a villain You be havin' 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 I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out (really know) When you're face to face with your adversity I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out (oh yeah) We're gonna make this thing work out eventually You got the N.W.O. (low cash flow) Your baby's on the way (and you don't know who) And crosstown niggaz tryin' to (bust at you) Aiyyo they got me stressed out (and you don't know what to do) So frame this Kodak black, and vision to my contact With a poultry scrap, workers get pistol smacked The switch hittin' Queens, niggaz liquid sword spittin' With raw poppy, and now your first love is krill Your vision of the mil got crept like, "Hey Lover" Tried to rise to the top, you just couldn't recover And all I want is my laceration of the pie To get this whip cream before the water runs dry Niggaz flash dancin' yo I don't know why You're sick of snitchin', she got you cruisin' to the pokey Like Smokey, the stress be tryin' to squeeze out a homey While I be tryin' to get star status like Shinobi So we can build a dynasty, just like the Toby's And all I want, is the world to know my steez These money hungry niggaz is seven thirty And got me stressed out like these frog MC's I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out When you're face to face with your adversity (with your adversity) I really know how it feels to be (I know), stressed out, stressed out (oh, yeah) We're gonna make this thing work out eventually (oh) Don't worry we gon' make it (gonna make it) Don't worry we gon' make it (oh yeah) Don't worry we gon' make it (gonna make it) We gon make it (gotta make it) Don't worry we gon' make it (gotta make it) We're gonna make it (we gotta make it) Don't worry we gon' make it (we gonna make it) We gonna make it (oh-oh-oh) Don't worry we gon' make it (oh-oh) Don't worry we gon' make it (gonna make it) Don't worry we gon' make it (ooh) We gon make it (oh) Don't worry we gon' make it (ooh) I know we gonna make it (we're gonna make it) C'mon baby we gon' make it (yeah) We gon' make it (yeah) Don't worry we gon' make it (we gonna make it) We gonna make it (we gonna make it) We gon make it Don't worry we gon' make it (oh, yeah) We gonna make it Gonna make it We gonna make it I know we gonna make it Gonna make it Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Writer(s): Malik Izaak Taylor, Ali Shaheed Jones-muhammad, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Dexter Raymond Jr. Mills, Gary Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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