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Hell Yeah (Pimp The System) (Remix) feat. Jay-Z

Holton Street

Dean Street, click clack

President, uh huh

Nostril out, DP's

Orange Al, RPG's

T-Town, who wanna ride?

Brooklyn, come on, come onSittin' in' the livin' 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 goin' through the same thingReady for a cake, better plot 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 caperNigga get the phonebook look up in the yellow page

Lemme tell you how we fin' to get paid

We gonna order take out and when we see the driver

We gonna stick the 25 up in his faceLet's ride, steppin' outside like warriors

Head to the notorious Southside

One weapon to the four of us

Hidin' in the corridor until we see the beam from car headlightsWhite 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 clothesYou know what this is, it's a stick up

Gimme the do' from your pickups

You ran into the wrong niggaz

We runnin' down the block hot with these stacks of boxes

So we split up and met back at the apartmentHell yeah, yo ain't you hungry my nigga?

Hell yeah, you wanna get paid my nigga?

Hell yeah, ain't you tired of starvin' my nigga?

Hell yeah, well let's ride then

Hell yeah, hell yeahI 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 meNow 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 3 weeks a waitin'For American Express, Discover Card

Platinum Visa, Master Card

'Cause when we was spooked as shit 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 blameSto' after sto' you know we kept rollin'

Wait two weeks, report the car stolen

Repeat the cycle like a like a laundry mat

Like a glitch in the system it's hard to catchComin' out the mall with the shoppin' bags

We can take it right back then get the cash

Yeah, get a friend and then do it again

Damn right, that's how we paid the rentHell yeah

Time to get this paper

I'm down for the caper

Please steady onIt's a deadly struggle

We all gotta hustle

This is the way we surviveTime to get this paper

I'm down for the caper

Please steady onIt's a deadly struggle

We all gotta hustle

This is the way we surviveI know a caper

We can get some government paper

You know food stamps, can we really do that?

Hell yeah, right there for the takin'

Fuck welfare, we say reparationsAnd, 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 claimI'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 doMy 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 yeahEvery 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

Gettin' over on the regular tax free money out of the registerAnd when I'm workin' late nights

Stockin' boxes I'm creepin' they merchandise

And don't put me on dishes I'm droppin' them bitches

And takin' all day long to mop the kitchen shitWe 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 hourI'm not the one to kiss ass 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 itHell 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 let's ride then

Hell yeahIf you claimin' gangsta

Then bring on the system

And show that you ready to ride'Til we get our freedom

We got to get over

Please steady on the grindIf you claimin' gangsta

Then bring on the system

And show that you ready to ride'Til we get our freedom

We got to get over

Please steady on the grind

Songwriters

CARTER, SHAWN C/WRITERS UNKNOWN /Published by

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