Stress Builds Lyrics - Bizzy Bone

(featuring Big B & Capo) 

[Chorus - Bizzy Bone] 

And for all the drama thats goin on 

and for all the drama drama 

and for all the drama thats goin on 

pop pop pop pop 

one of these stress pills in your mouth.. 

[Verse 1 - Capo] 

In the midst in the darkest nights 

Sparkin off the highest flights 

And project buildings blastin civilians 

But skull-white from cycles of the psycho children 

Millions in the revenue, what we seek in these avenues 

Steady breakin down crumbs for the Royal Crown 

Amongst animals, to the half of you 

Understand the mindstate of the most official 

I ride with this demonstration, you will die for your fuckin issues 

It's drama kickin off, infrared lasers is blazin hot 

Burnin up your whole block, lord forgive them they noooo not 

Fuck a cop. with the blood clot, buck 'em til they holla 

We gon let it rain like Nina Ross 

with Tommy-gun-monsta rockets 

Eventually niggaz die by crashes of crimson tide 

Slippin time in yo life, lines is fallen... I'm energized 

it's live baby, airin' out your strip with fo-fives 

crazy drama get solved with fatal rocka bye-bye's babay 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 2 - Bizzy Bone] 

Drama's runnin up on ya 

when I come round the corner with a pocketful of marijuana 

got full of void, and got me searchin for the telly 

takin to my celly, put out the order 

and tell 'em bust it in ya mother fuckin belly 

Ain't you ready? 

If the world should end again, I don't really wanna 

but I'm gonna be ready for the ending 

that's the drama, and if you really wanna 

you can date it right back to the beginning 

Now who's the fillin villain of karma 

orginal militant be marchin in armours 

Guess who, Guess who, Guess who, Guess who... 

And comin out the kitchen, plenty ammunition 

runnin, buckin, jumpin outta the window 

my gun bustin and bleedin so fast 

bleedin from the glass 

tellin myself 'jump up and let off another blast' 

through the alleys in a beat-up Malley 

To the riots in Pelican Bay 

Where the fellas say pop-pop-pop everyday 

[Verse 3 - Big B] 

Floss mode, for my people 

got me rappin crap where I shouldn't be 

layed back, fucked up on hennesey 

bitch you know me 

dem diggin, daggin everythang 

now how the fuck am I gonna get rich? 

'cause lick, jack that bitch, kill this bitch 

hide this bitch, hop in the Benz with bizzy 

promise you won't say shit 

sing, for the Calico 

yes, I believe in God 

run up in on his car door 

homeboy you gotta die 

meet your maker, never no faker 

i grind for mine, big boy I shine for mine 

that nigga performed, impressed yo girl! 

doin things your man dream about 

sing 

rap hustle