Artist: King Gordy f/ Sal (P.H.E.) Album: The Entity Song: Stress Typed by: Link10JK@aol.com [King Gordy] People wonder why I'm violent. Look at my life Look at all the things I go through I hope you know you are a victim if you listen to this You're ready to start a riot cuz you're feelin this shit Your boss is getting on your goddamn nerves, ay? Talkin bout he ain't see you at work lately, stop hating and pay me Soon as I get it I shall get in my car play this song, my main attention is in the bar. (YOU'RE A ROCKSTAR!) Let me get a try at the cops Give me that old number seven, Jackie Dan on the rocks Give me two, give me three, give me fo' here we go Ready to blow, take what you like and sip it, yo Feeling invincible. Hittin them switches slow Drivin off in the night, pretty predictable And you think you got a worthless life? Baby trust me, it can't be no worse than mine. No stress! [Chorus - Sal] You hate your job, you're so depressed. STRESS! You just wanna get paid Stayed on the block, now you're homeless. STRESS! Beggin for some change and I said I so hate this, but I embrace it I can fly... STRESS! [King Gordy] So what your wife left ya? I know you missin her A couple shots of Jackie Dan, man you wont remember her We'll have a fun time-a Drinkin Budweiser And some hard lima. Don't bring your wife-a We came to have a party, listen to heavy metal Just hope it doesn't start then, hit 'em with heavy metal I have no fears. I was born in here I stayed in here. I invaded every whore in here Me and Paradime passed sipping times and woke up ordering Jack Daniels and Lemon Lime People meets us in arenas HARDCORE! Cost it, slam this until theres blood on the floor When you're black, pierce your ears. Tattoo your face You got a lot of youth to waste, baby chose your fate Quite complainin about how bad you feel If you that sad for real, go get mad and kill. No stress! [Chorus - Sal] You hate your job, you're so depressed. STRESS! You just wanna get paid Stayed on the block, now you're homeless. STRESS! Beggin for some change and I said I so hate this, but I embrace it I can fly... STRESS! [King Gordy] Get right in the middle, they wont be checkin for demos No respect I will give you. I'm cutthroat All the sessions continue just let me help you get rid of this, just be sexy, give me what you lust fo The place is shakin. Barricades is brakin Crazy change like Vegas Insane occasions Blast from the scully uh banned from America. Trashin terror Nigga what the fuck? [Sal] I got choices. My voice has been silenced I fell in love with the hate and the violence And like a time bomb I tic and I toc And I'm not gonna stop, like a bomb about to drop This shit is something we can all relate to If you ain't feelin it now it's gonna get to you Now I'm upset about the bills that I can't pay Barely enough to get me by, feel like a slave [Chorus - Sal] You hate your job, you're so depressed. STRESS! You just wanna get paid Stayed on the block, now you're homeless. STRESS! Beggin for some change and I said I so hate this, but I embrace it I can fly... STRESS! STRESS! STRESS! STRESS!