Hip 2 Tha Skeme Lyrics

Hip 2 Tha Skeme lyrics

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i get it done
make it one make it two make it three
right before
it happens
make it four make it five make it 6 7 8 9
ten
come on
motherfucka we can do it again
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See i aint never had shit
but my
strife and my game and my life
and all thems is just hand downs from my
granddaddy lidvens
for them whose black folks ever came to here
to steal
and hustling food stamps for that nine to 4 caddy
how many days can i
stretch this box of grits
shit never quits im a brother
pitching fits or
pitching shit
i use my mouth or a leg muscle anything to make the
rent,
yo give up the hustle.
I know the us economy and i could run
it
im about to make these four dollars into 4 hundred
aint nothing
happening but this serious game
while they got billions in the bank
we
just got money on the deck
and when we got fresh rims we on top,
on top
of what when the kitchen's table's on hock
gun uncocked but we seen it on
the past
make a fast dash for the cash be gangsta leaning on your
ass
twentys and tens its all about making ends
no need to sin to uplift a
california living
but i'd rear cos err i remember as a tot mr ogs
skank
you motherfuckars with the glocks
and now the rocks is in my pockets
and
my spots hot like the haiwaiian tropics
a taskforce topic cos this one's a
cya
even though the yay is brought in by the cia
see im a motherfuckas
thats done some dirt for my meal ticket
but i learned quit you gots to deal
with it
well i dealed for twentytwofucking years
you damn straight my
homies been laid when we all shed a tear
and its clear to my ear i had to
learn that knowledge
cos after 12th grade i had to say fuck college
and
the knowledge no longer will i waste my time
the chrome was stuck in my
ear
but im stuck to the ground
im steady mobbing
back to the police
station,
they checking me but its inflation thats doing this taking
no
hesistating cant be waiting let me do my thing
i was hooked like a fiend but
now im hip to tha skeme
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i heard recognized game when its in your
face
im spitting the game so close to you
you could feel the wet
trace
if everybody in the hood had a phd
youd say that dr flip that
burger hell it good for me
200thousand brothers watching one mind one place
to go
aint no revolution they just walking to the liquor store
here take
a swigger so its quicker round the niggerroe
just wanna get rich the
rigamole i been here before
a typical ho aint really no different
except
that she would know that caint no prostitute
can become a pimp up in this
system
it'd be more drama than a soap opera daytime spot
but aint no
twist up in this cemetery plot
since nineteen fiftyfour
i's been hustling
for that dough
my girl been putting out cross that wick like she's a
specialized pro
this shit is getting steep
im getting ill ready to
kill
the only thing i can inherit is an overdue bill
now its six in the
morning
i stride to the ride
as i glide down the street
i cant get to
park ?
cos my gas is kissing heat
im not yet free
but you dont hear me
though
unlesss you creeping soap as my drive through window
now if you
wondering bout my fucked up fickle frown
is cos im thinking bout how the
wealth dont trickle down
listen to that beat nickle pound is my homies in
the back
pass the nickle bag around and im looking at the street
through
the fogged up windows knowing if i was walking
id be smelling stench or piss
or stale pussy in your window
i ask when those stores get closed down
a
system that eats itself got it looking like a ghost town
no proof of
purchase hear my essence purchase proof
analyze how they fucked us like if i
was dr ruth
im on proof with the truth they started with nothing
robbed
and ganked and killed
aint no po folks getting rich
less some caps is
getting picked
except for a couple of motherfuckas who done live
their
token seen lifestyles of the rich and famous
front page of the
magazine but that's a known
trick tell them suck their own dick
im hip to
the skeme
my fist will bring up the whole clique.
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