Stressin Me Lyrics - Lil Boosie

like I said on rap city nigga 

I cant complain 

she keep on stressin me (she keep on stressin me) 

but he keep on blessin me (yea, he keep on bleesin me) 

niggas wanna kill me (niggas wanna kill me) 

but im protected by his fears 

so death I dont fear.. 

through all the struggles (mannnn) 

through all the pain (say that) 

through all the rumors god still blessin boosie (fuckin right) 

fuck a nigga god protected lil boosie 

will a pussy nigga shoot me his spirit'll bullet proof me, 

bless many things I dreamed bout when I was small 

99 problems but he helped me get through em all (realll) 

keep me healthy so I can get through to ya 

every night I thank god im a super star 

through all the murders, through all the jail time 

coulda been indicted nigga kept it real ?lane? line 

long nights on the blocks, hands full of rocks 

he was that feeling tell ya take it in lil nigga 

she knoe he gettin money, so tell me why she trippin 

she just dont know bookoo hoes wont be up in her position 

got a nigga stressed out (I aint worried) 

gettin 15 gs stay swervin.. 

she keep on stressin me (she keep on stressin me) 

but he keep on blessin me (yea, he keep on bleesin me) 

niggas wanna kill me (niggas wanna kill me) 

but im protected by his fears 

so death i dont fear.. 

I know he blessed me this christmas, 

gunna have a happy new year 

with all my family and my niggas 

bread done got thicker, thanks to him 

god dont let em walk down on me like soulja slim 

a 100 thousand the first month, you know its him 

this watch, this chain, this bracelet, 

god gone make me go for them 

bitch I play a ?butterem? 

bad bitches lovin him, 

these streets aint the place for me 

police tryin to put a case on me, 

but god see that we all created equal 

some hustle harder then others 

regardless we all brothers 

just come from different mothers 

niggas I used to fuck with are ?now me now? 

got me thinkin to myself is they gunna try me now 

I called that, three hemis and a couple old schools 

I make a nigga bring that drama to ya whole crew 

they want my hand in my lap, lay me down 

I stay strapped with 50 rounds 

and its goin down.. 

she keep on stressin me (she keep on stressin me) 

but he keep on blessin me (yea, he keep on bleesin me) 

niggas wanna kill me (niggas wanna kill me) 

but im protected by his fears 

so death i dont fear..