M-1 - Hell Yeah (Pimp the System) lyrics

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M-1 - Hell Yeah (Pimp the System) lyrics

Holton Street Dean Street, click clack President, uh huh Nostrand Ave, DPz Orange Ave, RBGs Tee Town, who wanna ride Brooklyn, come on, come on [Verse 1] Sitting in the living room on the floor Hunger pang got me on some migraine sh** But I'm gonna maintain n***a got two or three dollars to my name And my homies in the same boat going through the same thing Ready for a caper, better plot for the paper We been living in the dark since April On the candle, gotta get a handle My homie got a twenty-five automatic added to the camper n***a get the phone book look up in the yellow page Lemme tell you how we gonna get paid We gonna order take-out and when they send the driver We gonna stick the twenty-five up in his face Let's ride, stepping outside like warriors Head to the notorious Southside One weapon to the four of us Hiding in the corridor until we see the beams from the car headlights White boy in the wrong place at the right time Soon as the car door open up he mine We roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose By the look on his face he probably sh**ted in his clothes You know what this is It's a stick up Gimme the do' from your pickups You ran into the wrong n***as We running down the block hot with these stacks of boxes So we split up and met back at the apartment [Hook] Hell yeah! - Yo ain't you hungry my n***a? Hell yeah! - You wanna get paid my n***a? Hell yeah! - Ain't you tired of starving my n***a? Hell yeah! - Well lets ride then! Hell yeah! Hell yeah! [Verse 2] I know a way we can get paid you can get down but you can't be afraid Let's go to the DMV and get an ID The name says you but the face is me Now it's your turn take my paper work Like 1, 2, 3 lets make it work Then, fill out the credit card application And its gonna be bout 3 weeks a waiting For American Express Discover Card Platinum Visa, Mastercard Cause when we was boosting sh** we was targets Now we just walk right up and say charge it To the game we rocking brand names Well known at the department store chains We even got the boys in the crew a few things Po Po never know who to true blame Sto' after Sto' you know we kept rolling Wait two weeks report the car stolen Repeat the cycle like a laundry mat Like a glitch in the system it's hard to catch Coming out the mall with the shopping bags We can take it right back then get the cash Yea, get a friend and then do it again Damn right that's how we paid the rent [Hook] [Verse 3] I know a caper We can get some government paper You know food stamps can we really do that Hell yea, right there for the taking f** welfare we say reparations And, you know the grind Get up early get in the line and just wait Everybody on break that's part of the game And when they call your name Ms. Case Worker let my state my claim I'm homeless, jobless, times is hard I'm bout hopeless But I gotta eat regardless No family to run to I'm twenty two Now tell me what the f** am I supposed to do My sad story made her feel close to me I made her feel like it was an emergency When I came to the crib n***as couldn't believe I came back with a big bag of groceries, hell yeah Every job I ever had I had to get on the first day I find out how to pimp on the system Two steps ahead of the manager Getting over on the regular tax free money out of the register And when I'm working late nights stocking boxes I'm creeping their merchandise And don't put me on dishes I'm dropping them b**hes And taking all day long to mop the kitchen sh** We ain't getting paid commission, minimum wage, modern day slave conditions Got me flippin' burgers with no power Can't even buy one off what I make in an hour I'm not the one to kiss a** for the top position I take mine off the top like a politician Where I'm from doing dirt is a part of living I got mouths to feed I gots to get it [Outro x2] If you claiming gangsta, then bang on the system And show that you ready to ride Till we get our freedom We got to get over We steady on the grind