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​Stressin' I Ain't Livin' Right

This song is by Young Soldierz and appears on the album Young Soldierz (1994).

Stressin' I ain't livin' right
Creeping with my finger on the trigger
Stressin' I ain't livin' right
But I ain't going out without a fight

Day by day I'm making plans so I can get paid
Later on each night I'm making plans so I can get laid
Pussy ain't shit if you ain't paid right
If I see you got a grip bang shake her night
Fucking nine to five at Mickey D's ain't paying shit
So I got to think to myself a major hit
So I grab my shit, Big Wy I got a lick G
No questions asked, young nigga are you with me
Big Wy strapped up, he grabbed the niners' best friend
I had the four, my nigga pops with a Mag 10
Things were rolling as planned they were real smooth
I creeped up, freeze nigga, don't move
I stashed his bitch as I carve out fucking weed
Slapped him with the niner whole battle was neat
Said please, please, homie, this ain't my girl go
I ain't your homie though but not the fucking dope
Straight to the safe and hurry up and we'll be leaving soon
No one in your closet and no one in your kids room
He cracked the safe and now I'm getting paid I know it
The only thing now I'm thinking, nigga don't blow it
Before I know it the nigga knows who I am
Big Wy said hurry up Stretch Dog, damn
So now I know I gotta do what I gotta do
Leave no witnesses with no fucking clues
I took his bitch ass in his own fucking living room
Tied him up hands and feet and laid face down
Took his bitch and laid the hoe right next to him
Covered 'em both 'cause I know I got to do em
I told Big Wy I grabbed the shit and hit the door
One shot each to the head with the 44
I'm coming out I got my finger on the trigger
Scoping your pop, said damn hurry up nigga
I jump in, I gotta smile 'cause we're winning
Life ain't nothing but sex, money and killing
But now I'm thinking to myself, was it a good night
Watching my back, stressing 'cause I ain't living right
Yeah

My mother's always stressin' I ain't livin' right
But I ain't going out without a fight
My mother's always stressin' I ain't livin' right
But I ain't going out without a fight

Time's a wasting, it's to find a fucking straw
I'm in a state of mind I wanna kill with a chainsaw
I'm broke, starving with a serious weed habit
Looking at my nine, no hesitation, I just grab it
Now I'm on a mission looking for a target
I turn into the suburbs then a left while I'm mostly walking
And what do you know, it's just my luck
Two rooky white boys driving a armored truck
One of them walks around the side, timed his walk
Shot him in his head, took his gat and his report
His body in a trash can and close the top
Went into the market and scooped up a cash drop
Creeped to the truck away from the cowboy
Opened up the door and blasted his homeboy
I reached behind the bars and grabbed the money sacks
All the time another nigga in the back
Jumped out the truck and commenced the running
He opened up the back door, commenced the dumping
Trying to get away running slow to a real mothafucker
300 pounds and I'm tired as a mothafucker
Damn a dead end, my only mistake
The sheriffs block me and I'm on my way upstate, huh
When I get out I'ma keep my plans tight
Serving my time, stressing 'cause I ain't living right

My mother's always stressin' I ain't livin' right
Creeping with my finger on the trigger
My mother's always stressin' I ain't livin' right
But I ain't going out without a fight

Lil Stretch are you stressing
Yeah I'm stressing
Why's that
I've beat a nigga with a baseball bat
I left him dead cause the nigga tried to cheat me
Taught him a lesson that the nigga couldn't beat me
He thought he wants so I gave him what he deserved
See what he thinking cause his brains's on the kiserved
His family's stressing 'cause they don't know what their daddy did
Fuck his wife and his mothafucking two kids
Somebody's gotta pay for the shit the nigga stole
Aw, I'ma leave the whole fucking family freezing cold
Went to his house was on the door, on the floor, bitch
Twenty Gs on my mothafucking shit
She played dumb like she don't know what I'm talking about
I'm in a race so I pull out the niner
And now I'm strapped 99 times my man
One in my right and the other in my left hand
She says she's shocked but she don't really know how sure she is
I took the bitch I left the mothafucking two kids
We took a ride 200 miles and headed south
Got to a fill at dark now get the fuck out
She hesitated first and posed the smashed up bitch
She fought back real quick I had to slap the bitch
Took out a shovel, told the bitch, now dig real deep
How deep? About six mothafuckin feet
She took a look and asked a question, why's this?
You finna meet your man and your maker, bitch
She refused to dig and I was praying for her
But right now bitch praying can't save you
She said I ain't about to run, nigga
Face to face with faith and a mothafuckin trigger
She said shoot her nigga, what's up, huh?
So I blast the fucking slut
And now I'm back on my own turf
I know I got my mothafuckin money's worth
And now I know why they label me not nice
Cause now I'm stressing 'cause I ain't living right

My mother's always stressin' I ain't livin' right

Written by:

Lil Stretch, Big Wy