Dead Prez (feat. Jay-Z) "Hell Yeah (Pimp The System) (Remix)"
RBG: Revolutionary But Gangsta
[Jay-Z] We together on the same track now, baby! Whatchu gon call us now?!
[Intro] Holton Street, Dean Street (click clack) Prezident (uh huh) nostril out (DP's) (Marcy) Orange Al (RBGs) T-Town (Who wanna ride?) Brooklyn, Come on, Come on
[Verse - stic.man] Sittin' in the living room on the floor Hunger pain got me on some migraine shit But I'm a maintain Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name And my homies in the same boat going through the same thing Ready for our cake, steady plottin 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 pizza 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 Dominos 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 stic up Gimme the do' from your pickups You ran into the wrong niggaz We running down the block hot with these pizza boxes So we split up and met back at the apartment
[Chorus] 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
[Verse - M-1] 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 it's gonna be bout 3 weeks of waiting For American Express, Discovery Card Platinum Visa, Master Card Cause, when you was spooked as shit then we was targets Now we just walk right up and say charge it To the game we rocking 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 rolling Wait two weeks report the car stolen Repeat this 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 Yeah, get a friend and then do it again Damn right that's how we paid the rent (hell yeah)
[Bridge - repeat 2x] 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
[Verse - Jay-Z] As long as there's - drugs to be sold I ain't waiting for the system to plug up these holes I ain't slipping through the cracks So I'm at Portland, Oregon tryin to slip you these raps The first black in the suburbs You'd think I had extasy, percocet, and plus syrup The way the cops converged, they fucked up my swerve The first young buck that I served I thought back to the block I never seen a cop when I was out there They never came out there And out there, I was slinging crack to live I'm only slinging raps to your kids I'm only trying to show you how black niggaz live But you don't want your little ones acting like this Lil Amy told Becky, Becky told Jenny And now they all know the skinny Lil Joey got his durag on Driving down the street blasting Tupac's song (Thug Life baby!) But Billy like Sue, got his blue rag on Now before you know it, you backing em Now the police, got me in the middle of the street Trying to beat me blue, black and orange I'm like hold up, who you smacking on? I'm only trying to eat what you snacking on
[Chorus] (Jay-Z) Hell yeah (y'all don't like that do you?) Hell yeah (you fucked up the hood nigga right back to you) Hell yeah (you know we tired of starving my nigga) Hell yeah (let's ride) hell yeahhh (let's ride)
[Bridge - repeat 2x] (w/ Jay-Z ad-libs) 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