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Dead Prez - Hell Yea lyrics
Holton Street
 Dean Street (click clack)
 President (uh huh)
 Nostril out (DP's)
 Orange Al (RPG's)
 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 camper
 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 stick 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
 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 fates 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
 It's cause we card
 Platinum visa, master card
 Cause we was spooked as shit like we's was targets
 Now we just walk right up and say charge it
 To the game we rocking brand names
 Goin on out the park 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 car stolenDead Prez - Hell Yea - http://motolyrics.com/dead-prez/hell-yea-lyrics.html
 Repeat this 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
 Please steady on
 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 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 coming gangsta
 Then bring on the system
 And show that you ready to ride
 Till we get our freedom
 We got to get over
 Please steady on the grind
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