Hell Yeah (pimp The System) Lyrics - Dead Prez

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 on 

Sittin' 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 thing 

Ready 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 caper 

Nigga 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 face 

Let'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 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 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 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 starvin' my nigga? 

Hell yeah, well let's 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 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 blame 

Sto' 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 catch 

Comin' 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 rent 

Hell yeah 

Time to get this paper 

I'm down for the caper 

Please steady on 

It's a deadly struggle 

We all gotta hustle 

This is the way we survive 

Time to get this paper 

I'm down for the caper 

Please steady on 

It's a deadly 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 yeah, right there for the takin' 

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 

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 bitches 

And takin' all day long to mop the kitchen shit 

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 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 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 let's ride then 

Hell yeah 

If 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 

If 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