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...