Dead Prez

Holton Street

Dean Street (click clack)

President (uh huh)

Nostrand Ave (DP)

Orange Ave (RBG)

Tee Town (Who wanna ride?)

Brooklyn

Come on, Come on



Sittin' in the living room on the floor

All the pain got me on some migraine shit

But I'm gonna maintain

Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name

And my homies in the same boat going through the same thing

Ready for a cake better plot 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 take-out 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 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 shitted in his clothes

"You know what this is, it's a stick up,

Gimme the dough from your pickups

You ran into the wrong niggaz"

We running down the block hot with these texa 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 your turn take my paper work

Like 1, 2, 3 lets make it work

Then, fill out the credit card application

And its gonna be bout 3 weeks a waiting

For American Express Discovery Card

Platinum Visa, Master Card

Cause we was spooked as shit like we was targets

Now we just walk right up and say "charge it!"

To the game we rocking brand names

Well known at the Department store chains

We even got the boys in the crew a few things

Po Po never know who to true blame

Sto' after Sto' you know we kept rolling

Wait two weeks report the card stolen

Repeat the 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

Yea, get a friend and then do it again

Damn right that's how we paid the rent



Hell yeah

Time to get this paper

I'm down for the caper

We're steady on the grind

It's a deadly 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

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. 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 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 dog 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 woman need money and things my nigga?)

Hell yeah (well lets ride then)

Hell yeah



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

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