Dead Prez Hell Yeah (pimp The System) Lyrics

Hell Yeah (pimp The System) Lyrics

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



All the pain got me on some migraine shit



But I'm gonna maintain



Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name



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



Ready for a cake



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



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 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 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







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 fates 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



It's cause we card



Platinum visa, master card



Cause we was spooked as shit like we's was targets



Now we just walk right up and say charge it



To the game we rocking brand names



Goin on out the park 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 this 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



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



Fuck 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 fuck 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 bitches



And taking all day long to mop the kitchen shit



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 ass 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 nigga?)



Hell yeah (you ready to get your hands dirty my nigga?)



Hell yeah (your woman need money and things my nigga?)



Hell yeah (well lets ride then)



Hell yeah







If you coming gangsta



Then bring on the system



And show that you ready to ride



Till we get our freedom



We got to get over



Please steady on the grind



(repeat)