Hell Yeah-Dead Prez

Holton Street Dean Street (click clack) President (uh huh) Nostril out (DP＇s) Orange Al (RPG＇s) Tee Town (Who wanna ride?) Brooklyn Come on, Come on Sittin＇ in the living room on the floor Hunger pain got me on some migraine sh*t But I＇m gonna maintain Ni**a got 2 or 3 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 25 automatic added to the camper Ni**a get the phone book look up in the yellow page Lemme tell you how we fend to get paid We gonna order pizza and when we see the driver We gonna stick the 25 up in his face Lets 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 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 shitted in his clothes You know what this is It＇s a stick up Gimme the do＇ from your pickups You ran into the wrong niggaz We running down the block hot with these pizza boxes So we split up and met back at the apartment Hell yeah (yo ain＇t you hungry my ni**a?) Hell yeah (you wanna get paid my ni**a?) Hell yeah (ain＇t you tired of starving my ni**a?) Hell yeah (well lets ride then) Hell yeah, Hell yeah 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 lets make it work Then, fill out the credit card application And its gonna be bout 3 weeks a waiting For American Express, Discovery Card Platinum visa, master card Cause we was spooked as sh*t like we＇s was targets Now we just walk right up and say charge it To the game we rocking 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 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 Hell yeah Time to get this paper I＇m down for the caper Please steady on It＇s a deadly struggle We all gotta hustle This is the way we survive (repeat) 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**k welfare we say reparations And, uh, 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 22 Now tell me what the f**k 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 niggaz 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 stockin＇ boxes I＇m creepin＇ their merchandise And don＇t put me on dishes I＇m dropping them b**ches And taking all day long to mop the kitchen sh*t 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 Hell yeah (you down to roll my ni**a?) Hell yeah (you ready to get your hands dirty my ni**a?) Hell yeah (your woman need money and things my ni**a?) Hell yeah (well lets ride then) Hell yeah 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 (repeat)