Stop Stressin’

[Intro: ?, Prodigy] You crazy (Yeah, yeah, yeah) You out your mind Mobb Deep (We don't stop) Crazy, my heart pump dough (Can't stop) You niggas pump soul Mobb Deep [Verse: Prodigy] Wake up, wake up the big homie back The head nigga in charge of rap Believe you me, the gangsters they dance to that Cups in hand, with a blunt, 'bout to light that And you already know when the kid P do it The whole world stop and listen to the music But I don't want you to stop, keep the crowd moving Fuck what I'm saying, just groove to it 'cos I could write this shit all day They say I'm getting lazy, I say I'm getting paid To write easier shit than Dr. Seuss That make the girls want to get loose, and have they fun While they still young, sugar pops want to pop it off with thugs It's too many sugar pops, and not enough Dunns, yeah That's how we like it son Get with a rich black thug, who drive a [?] mobile and got a penthouse on 81st While these rappers pop shit, I'm tryna squirt Don't force me to put in work [Chorus: Prodigy, ?] Get your own, nigga stop stressing What I do, nigga don't stress me Who I sex, nigga stop stressing (That's right) How I live, and how much I paid for this (That's right) Get your own, nigga stop stressing (Get your own, your own, you heard?) What I do, nigga don't stress me Who I sex, nigga stop stressing How I live, and how much I paid for this [Verse: Prodigy, ?] Stupid ring, and idiot bracelet Big dumbass chain and the watch on my wrist Is retarded (Get 'em) Make your face like you can't shit, niggas need laxative They girlfriend face light up, and they step right up, like what up Dunn 'Member love, light up And we gon' turn the night up, you made me mad popular with the hoes With that picture at the show And I ain't get a chance to say thank you for putting the infamous P up on that screen Ain't nothing better than some good rap beef The fans eating it up, and some say it's weak 'Cos people is dying, but people getting killed every day nigga stop crying Imma help you get the fear out your chest, yeah, Prodigy he got the best [Chorus: Prodigy, ?] Get your own, nigga stop stressing What I do, nigga don't stress me (That's right) Who I sex, nigga stop stressing How I live, and how much I paid for this (Mind your own) Get your own, nigga stop stressing What I do, nigga don't stress me (Ayo ayo back up son, back up) Who I sex, nigga stop stressing How I live, and how much I paid for this [Outro: ?] You niggas don't want it Americas most wanted Americas nightmare Your motherfucking worst dream nigga He's back Like I went somewhere