Intro/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 One: Consequence, Q-Tip 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 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 s*its in my palm let em hit the flo’ Kept my eyeb***s 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 Chorus Verse Two: Consequence You got the N.W.O. (low cash flow) Your baby’s on the way (and you don’t know who) And crosstown ****** tryin to (bust at you) Aiyyo they got me stressed out (and you don’t know what to do) Dundali, Dundalow, Dundli Dundalee You know I look for trouble but trouble didn't follow me All I wanted to be was an iller MC Ever since ***** small as I grew up in Queens What did you mosh of the Nontall (Holla Me!) I turned my best friend Quaturem em head what I'd seen And ever since that day (y'll hear me) things been a mess R&B goes to rocky, true I tell and bless So nowadays I go and see wifey just to kill me from stress Lay my head on her breast, sugar definitely knows best Explaining all my problems to her, gettin things off my chest A lil hug up squeez up and no more I vent Aiyo Sunny, without my peeps I'd be truely assed out Making sure I have my lettercations so I wouldn't pass out Native Tongues for believing in me when everyone was fessing Most of Ja Mighty for the guidance and the blessings Chorus Outro: Faith Evans 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 (ohhhhhhh) Don’t worry we gon make it (ohhhhhhh) Don’t worry we gon make it (gonna make it) Don’t worry we gon make it (ohhhhhhh) We gon make it (ahaowwhwwww) Don’t worry we gon make it (ahahwwww) I know we gonna make it (we’re gonna make it) C’mon baby we gon make it (yeahhhh) We gon make it (yeahhahhahhhh) Don’t worry we gon make it (we’re gonna make it) We’ve gotta make it (we’ve gotta make it) We’ve gotta make it (oh yeah) Know we’re gonna make it We’re gonna make it, gonna make it, we gotta make it, know we gonna make it...
Intro/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 One: Consequence, Q-Tip 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 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 s*its in my palm let em hit the flo’ Kept my eyeb***s 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 Chorus Verse Two: Consequence You got the N.W.O. (low cash flow) Your baby’s on the way (and you don’t know who) And crosstown ****** tryin to (bust at you) Aiyyo they got me stressed out (and you don’t know what to do) Dundali, Dundalow, Dundli Dundalee You know I look for trouble but trouble didn't follow me All I wanted to be was an iller MC Ever since ***** small as I grew up in Queens What did you mosh of the Nontall (Holla Me!) I turned my best friend Quaturem em head what I'd seen And ever since that day (y'll hear me) things been a mess R&B goes to rocky, true I tell and bless So nowadays I go and see wifey just to kill me from stress Lay my head on her breast, sugar definitely knows best Explaining all my problems to her, gettin things off my chest A lil hug up squeez up and no more I vent Aiyo Sunny, without my peeps I'd be truely assed out Making sure I have my lettercations so I wouldn't pass out Native Tongues for believing in me when everyone was fessing Most of Ja Mighty for the guidance and the blessings Chorus Outro: Faith Evans 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 (ohhhhhhh) Don’t worry we gon make it (ohhhhhhh) Don’t worry we gon make it (gonna make it) Don’t worry we gon make it (ohhhhhhh) We gon make it (ahaowwhwwww) Don’t worry we gon make it (ahahwwww) I know we gonna make it (we’re gonna make it) C’mon baby we gon make it (yeahhhh) We gon make it (yeahhahhahhhh) Don’t worry we gon make it (we’re gonna make it) We’ve gotta make it (we’ve gotta make it) We’ve gotta make it (oh yeah) Know we’re gonna make it We’re gonna make it, gonna make it, we gotta make it, know we gonna make it...
