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 shits in my palm let em hit the flo’ 
Kept my eyeballs 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 niggaz 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 nigga 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...