Various Artists - Hell Yeah (Remix) lyrics

[Jay-Z] We together on the same track now, baby Whatchu gone call us now [Intro] Holton street, Dean street Prezident, Nostrand Ave, Marcy Orange Ave, RBGs T-Town, who wanna ride Brooklyn, come on, come on [Verse 1: stic.man] Sittin' in the living room on the floor Hunger pain got me on some migraine sh** But I'm a 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 the caper, steady plottin' for the paper We been livin' in the dark since April On the candle, gotta get a handle My homie got a twenty-five automatic added to the gamble n***a get the phonebook look up in the Yellow Page Lemme tell you how we finna to get paid We gonna order pizza and when we see the driver We gonna stick the twenty-five up in his face Let's ride, steppin' outside like warriors Head to the notorious Southside One weapon to the four of us Hidin' in the corridor until we see the Dominos 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 dough from your pickups You ran into the wrong n***as We runnin' down the block hot with these pizza 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 starvin' my n***a Hell yeah, well let's ride then Hell yeah, hell yeah [Verse 2: M-1] 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 a ID The name says you but the face is me Now it's your turn take my paper work Like 1, 2, 3 let's make it work Then, fill out the credit card application And it's gonna be bout three weeks of waitin' For American Express, Discover Card Platinum Visa, Master Card Cause, when we was boostin' sh** we was targets Now we just walk right up and say charge it To the game we rockin' brand names Well known at department store chains Even got the boys in the crew a few things Po Po never know who to true blame Store after store you know we kept rollin' Wait two weeks report the card stolen Repeat this cycle like a laundry mat Like a glitch in the system it's hard to catch Comin' out the mall with the shoppin' bags We can take it right back then get the cash Yeah, get a friend and then do it again Damn right that's how we paid the rent [Bridge x2] Got to get this paper I'm down for the caper, we steady on the grind It's a daily struggle, we all gotta hustle This is the way we survive [Verse 3: Jay-Z] As long as there's, d** to be sold I ain't waitin' for the system to plug up these holes I ain't slippin' through the cracks So I'm at Portland, Oregon tryin' to slip you these raps The first black in the suburbs You'd think I had ecstasy, percocet, and plus syrup The way the cops converged, they f**ed up my swerve The first young buck that I served I thought back to the block I never seen a cop when I was out there They never came out there And out there, I was slingin' crack to live I'm only slingin' raps to your kids I'm only trying to show you how black n***as live But you don't want your little ones actin' like this Lil' Amy told Becky, Becky told Jenny And now they all know the skinny Lil' Joey got his doo rag on Driving down the street blastin' 2Pac's song, thug life baby But Billy like Snoop, got his blue rag on Now before you know it, you back in 'Nam Now the police, got me in the middle of the street Trying to beat me blue, black and orange I'm like hold up, who you smacking on I'm only trying to eat what you snacking on [Refrain] Hell yeah, y'all don't like that do you Hell yeah, you f**ed up the hood n***a right back to you Hell yeah, you know we tired of starvin' my n***a Hell yeah, let's ride, hell yeah, let's ride [Bridge x2] If you claimin' 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 Holton Street Dean Street, click clack President, Nostrand Ave Orange Ave Tee Town, who wanna ride Brooklyn, come on, come on We got to get over Please, steady on the grind