Hell Yeah

Fulton Street Dean Street (click clack) President (uh huh) Nostrand Ave(DP's) Orange Ave (RPG's) T-Town (Who wanna ride?) Brooklyn Come on, Come on Sittin' in the living room on the flo' hunger pain Got me on some migraine shit but I'ma maintain Nigga got two or three dollars to my name And my homies in the same boat goin' through the same thing Ready for a caper, steady plottin' for the paper We been livin' 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 fiendin ta get paid We gon' order take out, when we see the driver We gon' stick the 25 up in his face, let's ride Steppin' outside like warriors into the notorious southside One weapon to the four of us, hidin' in the corridor Til' we see the dominoes 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 probly shitted in his clothes You know what this is a stick up Gimme the dough, from the pick up You ran into the wrong niggas We runnin down the block hot with these stack of 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 face is me Now it's yo' turn take my paperwork Like 1, 2, 3 let's make it work Then fill out out the credit card application Then it's gonna be about three weeks of waitin' For American Express, Discover card Platinum Visa Mastercard Cuz when we was boostin shit we was targets Now we just walk right up and say charge it To the game we rockin' brand names Well known at department store chains Even got the boys in the crew a few thangs Po Po never know who the true blame Store after store ya' know we kept rollin' Wait two weeks report the card stolen Repeat the cycle like a laundrymat Like a glitch in the system thats hard to catch Comin' out the mall, with the shopping bags We can take 'em right back and get the cash Yeah, get a friend and do it again Damn right that's how we pay the rent Hell Yeah 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 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. CaseWorker 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 dawg 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 mamma need money and things my nigga?) Hell yeah (well lets ride then) Hell yeah If you claimin 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 (Repeat)