Saturday, November 20, 2010

hell yeah

Sitting in the living room on the floor hunger pain got me on some migraine shit but I'ma maintain
Nigga got two or three dollars to my name and my homies in the same boat going through the same thing
Ready for a caper, steady plotting 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 gamble
Nigga get the phone book, look up in the yellow page, lemme tell you how we fitna get paid
We gon' order pizza and when we see the driver, we gon' stick the 25 up in his face
Let's ride, steppin' outside like warriors into the notorious southside
One weapon to the four of us, hiding in the corridor til' we see the Domino's 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 probly shitted in his clothes
You know what this? It's a stick up, gimme the dough from the pick up, you ran into the wrong niggas
We running down the block hot with these pizza boxes
So we split up and met back at the apartment

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 paperwork
Like 1,2,3 let's make it work
Then fill out out the credit card application
Then it's gonna be about three weeks of waiting
For American Express, Discovery Card, Platinum Visa Mastercard
'Cause when we was boosting 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 thangs
Po Po never know who to true blame
Store after store you know we kept rolling
Wait two weeks, report the card stolen
Repeat the cycle like a laundromat
Like a glitch in the system that's hard to catch
Coming out the mall, with the shopping bags
We can take 'em right back and get the cash, yeah
Get a friend and do it again
Damn right, that's how we pay the rent

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 taking
Fuck welfare, we say reparations
You know the grind, get up early get on the line and just wait, everybody on break
That's part of the game and when they call your name
Miss caseworker lemme state my claim
I'm homeless, jobless, time is hard
About 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 in emergency
And when I came to the crib niggas couldn't believe
I came back with a big bag of groceries

Every job I ever had I had to get on. The first day I find out how to pimp the system
Two steps ahead of the manager, getting over on the regular
Tax-free money out the register
And when I'm working late night stocking boxes, I'm creepin' their merchandise
And don't put me on dishes I'm dropping them bitches
And takin' all day long to mop the kitchen
Shit, we ain't getting paid commission
Minimum wage, modern day slave conditions
Got me flipping burgers with no power
Can't even buy one off what I make in an hour
I'm not 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 dog I gots to get it

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