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Hell Yeah (Pimp The System) (Clean Remix)
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We together on the same track now baby, what you gonna call us now?
Holton Street, Dean Street (click clack)
President (uh huh)
Nostrand Al (DP) (Mossy)
Orange Al (PG's)
T-town (that's right)
Who wanna ride? Brooklyn (come on, come on) (let's do it)
Sitting in the living room on the floor
Hunger pain got me on some migraine shit but I'ma maintain
Nigga got two or three dollars to my name and my homies in the same boat
Going through the same thing ready for a cape
They be plotting for the paper
We been living in the dark since April on the camera
Gotta get a handle
My homie got a 25 automatic added to the gambler
Get the phone book look up in the yellow page
Let me tell you how we finna get paid
We gon order pizza when they send the driver
We gon stick the 25 up in his face
Let's ride stepping outside like warriors
In through the notorious south side
One weapon to the four of us
Hiding in the corridor
Till we see the car headlights
White boy in the wrong place at the right time
Soon as the car door opened up he mimed
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
Give me the dough from your pick ups
You ran into the wrong niggas
We running down the block lot with these pizza boxes
So we split up and met back at the apartment
Hell yeah, yo ain't you hungry my nigga
Hell yeah, you wanna get paid my nigga
Hell yeah, ain't you tired of starving my nigga?
Hell yeah, well let's ride then
Hell yeah, hell yeah
I know a way you 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 paperwork
Like one two three let's make it work
Then fill out the credit card application
And it's gonna be bout three weeks of waiting for American Express
Discover card
Platinum Visa Mastercard
Cause when we was booting shit then we was targets
Now we just walk right up and say charge it
To the gang we rocking brand names
Well known at the apartments stole chains
Even got the boys in the crew for a few things
Po Po never know who's the true blame
Store after store you know we kept rolling
Wake two weeks report the car stolen
Repeat the cycle like a laundromat
Like a glitch in the system it's hard to catch
Coming out the mall with the shopping bags
Who can take it right back then get the cash yeah
Get a friend then do it again
Damn right that's how we paid the rent
Hell yeah, got to get this paper
I'm down for the caper
We steady on the grind
It's a deadlift struggle
We all gotta hustle
This is the way we survive
Got to get this paper
I'm down for the caper
We steady on the grind
It's a deadlift struggle
We all gotta hustle
This is the way we survive
Drugs to be sold, I ain't waiting for the system to plug up these holes
I ain't slipping through the cracks
So I'm in Portland, Oregon trying to slip you these raps
The first black in the suburbs, you'd think I had ecstasy
Percocet and Plus Serve
The way the cops converge, they fucked up my swerve
The first young buck that I served, I throw it back to the block
I never seen a cop when I was out there, they never came out there
And out there, I was slinging crack to live
I'm only slinging rap to your kids
I'm only trying to show you how black niggas live
But you don't want your little ones acting like this
Lil' Amy told Becky, Becky told Jenny
And now they all know the skinny
Lil' Joey got his durag on
Driving down the street blasting Tupac's songs
But Billy like Snoop got his blue rag on
Now before you know it, you backin' on
Now the police got me in the middle of the street
Tryna beat me blue, black and orange
I'm like hold up, who you smackin' on?
I'm only trying to eat what you snackin' on
Hell yeah, y'all don't like that, do ya?
Hell yeah, you fucked up the hood, nigga, right back to ya
Hell yeah, you know we tired of starving, my nigga
Hell yeah, let's ride
Hell yeah, let's ride
If you claimin' gansta
Then bang on the system
And show that you ready to ride
'Til we get out freedom
We got to get over
We steady on the grind
If you claimin' gansta
Then bang on the system
And show that you ready to ride
'Til we get out freedom
We got to get over
We steady on the grind (we laughin' nigga)
You got to love it
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