Intro/Chorus:
Faith Evans
I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out
When you’re face to face with your adversity
I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out
We’re gonna make this thing work out eventually
Verse One:
Consequence,
Q-Tip  Yo I ain’t one to complain  but there’s things in the game (What’s your name?)
Consequence,
I’m tight, burnt like flames (And why’s that?)
American dreams, they got this ghetto kid in a fiend
Don’t stress that cause it’s not in your bloodstream
Your whole being, comes from greatness, d’you remember
Shatan got you caught in the storms of
December  And brothers on the block packin nines like
September
Crazy situations  keeps pockets on slender
Yo I be on the avenue where they be actin brand new
I’m splurgin on these
Reebok joints for shorty boo
All of a sudden,
I saw these two kids frontin
Talkin out they joints but they wasn’t sayin nuttin
My hand was on my toolie they was actin unruly (Say word)
Yo word up, yo
I was tight caught up
But I swallowed my pride and let that nonsense ride
Because I’m positive it seems that negative dies
Yo  we was at the dice game makin these cats look silly
Flamin, steady runnin off at the
Willie  I had my cash mixed, my rent  due, with my play-dough
I gotta see some loot so all my girls
I blow  Shook them shit s in my palm let em hit the flo ’
Kept my eyeb***s scopin for them pigs po-po
I got to go on the ave see my parole by fo’
But I gotta steady freak these boys like
JoJo  And I was doin it, til
I met  Ike,
Spike, and
Mike One roll, they had my pockets thirstier than
Sprite Yo
I know the feelin, when you feelin like a villain
You be havin good thoughts but the evils be revealin and the stresses of life can take you off the right path (no doubt)
Jealousy and envy tends to infiltrate your staff
We gotta hold it down so we can move on past  all adversities, so we can get through fast, like that
Chorus  Verse
Two: Consequence
You got the
N.W.O. (low cash flow)
Your baby’s on the way (and you don’t know who)
And crosstown ****** tryin to (bust at you)
Aiyyo they got me stressed out (and you don’t know what to do)
Dundali, Dundalow,
Dundli Dundalee
You know I look for trouble  but trouble didn't follow me
All I  wanted to be was an iller
MC Ever since ***** small  as
I grew up  in
Queens What did you  mosh of the
Nontall (Holla Me!)
I turned  my best friend
Quaturem em  head what
I'd seen And ever since that day (y'll hear me) things been a mess
R&B goes to rocky, true
I tell  and bless
So nowadays
I go  and see  wifey  just to kill me from stress
Lay my head on her  breast, sugar  definitely knows best
Explaining  all my  problems to her, gettin  things off my  chest
A lil hug up squeez up  and no more
I vent Aiyo
Sunny, without my peeps
I'd be truely assed out
Making sure
I have my lettercations so
I wouldn't  pass out
Native Tongues for believing in me  when  everyone was fessing
Most of Ja
Mighty for the guidance and  the blessings
Chorus Outro:
Faith  Evans
Don’t worry we gon make it (gonna make it)
Don’t worry we gon make it (oh yeah)
Don’t worry we gon make it (gonna make it)
We gon make it (gotta make it)
Don’t worry we gon make it (gotta make it)
We’re gonna make it (we gotta make it)
Don’t worry we gon make it (we gonna make it)
We gonna make it (ohhhhhhh)
Don’t worry we gon make it (ohhhhhhh)
Don’t worry we gon make it (gonna make it)
Don’t worry we gon make it (ohhhhhhh)
We gon make it (ahaowwhwwww)
Don’t worry we gon make it (ahahwwww)
I know we gonna make it (we’re gonna make it)
C’mon baby we gon make it (yeahhhh)
We gon make  it (yeahhahhahhhh)
Don’t worry  we gon make it (we’re gonna make it)
We’ve gotta make it (we’ve gotta make it)
We’ve gotta make it (oh yeah)
Know we’re gonna make it
We’re gonna make it, gonna make it, we gotta make it, know  we gonna make it...