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dead prez - hell yeah (original) lyrics

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holton street
dean street (click clack)
prezident, uh huh
nostrand ave, dps
orange ave, rbgs
t-town, who wanna ride?
brooklyn, come on, come on

sittin’ in the living room on the floor
hunger pain got me on some migraine sh-t
but i’m a maintain
n-gg- got two or three dollars to my name
and my homies in the same boat going through the same thing

ready for the 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 twenty-five automatic add it to the gamble

n-gg- get the phonebook, look up in the yellow page
lemme tell you how we finna to get paid
we gonna order take out and when we see the driver
we gonna stick the twenty-five 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
until we see the beam from the 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 sh-tted in his clothes
you know what this is, this is a stick up
gimme the dough, from your pickups
you ran into the wrong n-gg-s
we runnin’ down the block hot with these stacks of boxes
so we split up and met back at the apartment

h-ll yeah. yo ain’t you hungry my n-gg-?
h-ll yeah. you wanna get paid my n-gg-?
h-ll yeah. ain’t you tired of starvin’ my n-gg-?
h-ll yeah. well let’s ride then
h-ll yeah, h-ll 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 your turn take my paper work
like 1, 2, 3 let’s make it work

then, fill out the credit card application
and it’s gonna be bout three weeks of waitin’
for american express, discover card
platinum visa, master card

cause, when we was boostin’ sh-t then 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 things
po po never know who to true blame

store after store you know we kept rollin’
wait two weeks report the card stolen
repeat the cycle like a laundry mat
like a glitch in the system it’s hard to catch
comin’ out the mall with the shoppin’ bags
we can take it right back then get the cash
yeah, get a friend then do it again
d-mn right that’s how we pay the rent

h-ll 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
[repeat]

i know a caper
we can get some government paper
you know food stamps, can we really do that?
h-ll yeah, right there for the takin’
f-ck 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 f-ck 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 n-gg-s couldn’t believe
i came back with a big bag of groceries

h-ll yeah

every job i ever had
i had to get em the first day
i find how to pimp on the system
two steps ahead of the manager
gettin’ over on the regular
tax free money out of the register

and when i’m workin’ late nights
stockin’ boxes
i’m creepin’ they merchandise
and don’t put me on dishes
i’m droppin’ them b-tches
and takin’ all day long to mop the kitchen
sh-t

we ain’t gettin’ 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 -ss for the top position
i take mine off the top like a politician
where i’m from doin’ dirt is a part of living
i got mouths to feed, dawg, i gots to get it

h-ll yeah, you down to roll my n-gg-?
h-ll yeah, you ready to get your hands dirty my n-gg-?
h-ll yeah, your mama need money and things my n-gg-?
h-ll yeah, well let’s ride then
h-ll yeah

if you claimin’ gangsta
then bang on the system and show that you ready to ride
til we get our freedom, we got to get over
we steady on the grind

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