Dead Prez Hell Yeah (pimp The System) (remix) (featuring Jay-z) Lyrics

Hell Yeah (pimp The System) (remix) (featuring Jay-z) 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