Dead Prez Feat Jay-z Hell Yeah (pimp The System Remix) Lyrics

Hell Yeah (pimp The System Remix) Lyrics

[Jay-Z]

We together on the same track now, baby!

Whatchu gon call us now?!



[Intro]

Holton Street, Dean Street (click clack)

Prezident (uh huh) nostril out (DP's) (Marcy)

Orange Al (RBGs) T-Town (Who wanna ride?)

Brooklyn, Come on, Come on



[Verse - stic.man]

Sittin' in the living room on the floor

Hunger pain got me on some migraine shit

But I'm a maintain

Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name

And my homies in the same boat going through the same thing

Ready for our cake, steady plottin 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 gamble

Nigga 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 stic 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



[Chorus]

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 lets ride then)

Hell yeah, Hell yeah



[Verse - 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 lets make it work

Then, fill out the credit card application

And it's gonna be bout 3 weeks of waiting

For American Express, Discovery Card

Platinum Visa, Master Card

Cause, when you was spooked as shit then we 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

Store after store you know we kept rolling

Wait two weeks report the car stolen

Repeat this cycle like a 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

Yeah, get a friend and then do it again

Damn right that's how we paid the rent (hell yeah)



[Bridge - repeat 2x]

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 - Jay-Z]

As long as there's - 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 at Portland, Oregon tryin to slip you these raps

The first black in the suburbs

You'd think I had extasy, percocet, and plus syrup

The way the cops converged, they fucked 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 slinging crack to live

I'm only slinging raps to your kids

I'm only trying to show you how black niggaz 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 song (Thug Life baby!)

But Billy like Sue, got his blue rag on

Now before you know it, you backing em

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



[Chorus] (Jay-Z)

Hell yeah (y'all don't like that do you?)

Hell yeah (you fucked up the hood nigga right back to you)

Hell yeah (you know we tired of starving my nigga)

Hell yeah (let's ride) hell yeahhh (let's ride)



[Bridge - repeat 2x] (w/ Jay-Z ad-libs)

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