Lord Finesse Shorties Kaught In The System Lyrics

Shorties Kaught In The System Lyrics

[lord finesse]
Check it..
It’s all real in the nine-fo’
Shorties kaught up in the system
Just close your eyes..
Picture a ghetto - break it down

Back in the days I was livin swell see
I was ridin bikes, rollerskatin and playin skelzies
But nowadays sh*t is different
Little kids be riffin - the motherf**kers won’t listen
Instead of shootin tops they shoot glocks
They point em at cops {*blam*} and that’s the way they get props
Yo, they do what they wanna
f**k a nine to five, they makin g’s on the corner
Material things is what they want to scoop
They can’t get sh*t like that, workin for no summer youth
They got clients, they livin like giants
They got the whole drug sh*t to a science
They got, jewels and beepers, hundred dollar sneakers
Lexus coupes; windows down boomin the speakers
They got, bit*hes in flavors, probably f**kin your neighbor
C’mon - they got sh*t under control like the mayor
Man, you see the news today
So how you gonna tell these little kids that school’s the way? 
Yo - it ain’t about i.q.; some of these kids
Are makin more than doctors, and didn’t finish high school
Teenagers are caught up in the system
And God forbid if you front on em or try to diss em
They got everything, from nines to shotguns
And they’ll put two in your chest and lounge til the cops come
If you ain’t from the ghetto this is undercover
But in ninety-four, sh*t is real like a motherf**ker
Tryin to strive nine-to-five out in the street
There’s no rain or shine, trying to get ends to meet
f**k the cops they don’t obey the law
And if you ain’t catch on by now, I ain’t even tryin to say no more

Chorus: repeat 2x

Shorties be wildin
I don’t give a f**k!
I’m just a squirrel, that’s out to get a nut
Get a nine to five
What?  that sh*t sucks!
And besides, I wouldn’t make enough

[lord finesse]
In this time and day, kids get paid in all kinds of ways
And get more respect, than niggaz that’s three times they age
I know a child that’s runnin wild
That say f**k playin tag, he’s tryin to get a hundred thou’
So it’s hard to find a stable child
Kids are watchin violent movies, or either got cable now
And they catch on so quick
Bout time they hit 16 they be on some nino brown, g.i. joe shit
When school is out, they just wanna lamp
The last thing on they mind, is motherf**kin summer camp
And eighty out of a hundred
All they wanna do is clock dough, scoop bit*hes and get blunted
Kids is strapped, they be packin shit
I seen shorties get iller than villains in some action flick
They say times is rough jack
And when you tell em cool out
Man they quick to say, "f**k that!"

Chorus 2x