Shorties Kaught In The System Lyrics - Lord Finesse

[lord finesse] 

Check it.. 

It's all real in the nine-fo' 

Shorties kaught up in the system 

Just close your eyes.. 

Picture a ghetto - break it down 

Back in the days I was livin swell see 

I was ridin bikes, rollerskatin and playin skelzies 

But nowadays shit is different 

Little kids be riffin - the motherfuckers won't listen 

Instead of shootin tops they shoot glocks 

They point em at cops {*blam*} and that's the way they get props 

Yo, they do what they wanna 

Fuck a nine to five, they makin g's on the corner 

Material things is what they want to scoop 

They can't get shit like that, workin for no summer youth 

They got clients, they livin like giants 

They got the whole drug shit to a science 

They got, jewels and beepers, hundred dollar sneakers 

Lexus coupes; windows down boomin the speakers 

They got, bitches in flavors, probably fuckin your neighbor 

C'mon - they got shit under control like the mayor 

Man, you see the news today 

So how you gonna tell these little kids that school's the way? 

Yo - it ain't about i.q.; some of these kids 

Are makin more than doctors, and didn't finish high school 

Teenagers are caught up in the system 

And God forbid if you front on em or try to diss em 

They got everything, from nines to shotguns 

And they'll put two in your chest and lounge til the cops come 

If you ain't from the ghetto this is undercover 

But in ninety-four, shit is real like a motherfucker 

Tryin to strive nine-to-five out in the street 

There's no rain or shine, trying to get ends to meet 

Fuck the cops they don't obey the law 

And if you ain't catch on by now, I ain't even tryin to say no more 

Chorus: repeat 2x 

Shorties be wildin 

I don't give a fuck! 

I'm just a squirrel, that's out to get a nut 

Get a nine to five 

What? that shit sucks! 

And besides, I wouldn't make enough 

[lord finesse] 

In this time and day, kids get paid in all kinds of ways 

And get more respect, than niggaz that's three times they age 

I know a child that's runnin wild 

That say fuck playin tag, he's tryin to get a hundred thou' 

So it's hard to find a stable child 

Kids are watchin violent movies, or either got cable now 

And they catch on so quick 

Bout time they hit 16 they be on some nino brown, g.i. joe shit 

When school is out, they just wanna lamp 

The last thing on they mind, is motherfuckin summer camp 

And eighty out of a hundred 

All they wanna do is clock dough, scoop bitches and get blunted 

Kids is strapped, they be packin shit 

I seen shorties get iller than villains in some action flick 

They say times is rough jack 

And when you tell em cool out 

Man they quick to say, "fuck that!" 

Chorus 2x