Even got the boys in the crew a few things
But I gotta eat regardless
Hell yeah
We can get some government paper
We got to get over
Hell yeah
I came back with a big bag of groceries, hell yeah
Hell yeah, ain't you tired of starvin' my nigga?
Hell yeah, hell yeah
Comin' out the mall with the shoppin' bags
I'm not the one to kiss ass for the top position
No family to run to I'm 22
Sittin' in' the livin' room on the floor
Time to get this paper
But I'm gonna maintain
Hell yeah, yo ain't you hungry my nigga?
And takin' all day long to mop the kitchen shit
And it's gonna be 'bout 3 weeks a waitin'
Ready for a cake, better plot for the paper
Yeah, get a friend and then do it again
Damn right, that's how we paid the rent
Soon as the car door open up he mine
Every job I ever had I had to get on the first day
So we split up and met back at the apartment
Like 1, 2, 3 let's make it work
Hell yeah, you down to roll my nigga?
Please steady on the grind
Ms. Case Worker let my state my claim
And show that you ready to ride
I'm down for the caper
This is the way we survive
When I came to the crib niggaz couldn't believe
I'm homeless, jobless, times is hard, I'm 'bout hopeless
If you claimin' gangsta
And, uh, you know the grind
To the game we rockin' brand names
Orange Al, RPG's
We gonna stick the 25 up in his face
I know a way we can get paid you can get down
By the look on his face he probably shitted in his clothes
I know a caper
'Til we get our freedom
And when they call your name
It's a deadly struggle
If you claimin' gangsta
Now we just walk right up and say, "Charge it!"
We roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose
Sto' after sto' you know we kept rollin'
We all gotta hustle
Get up early get in the line and just wait
Can't even buy one off what I make in an hour
Let's go to the DMV and get a ID
Hidin' in the corridor until we see the beam from car headlights
We ain't gettin' paid commission, minimum wage
And my homies in the same boat goin' through the same thing
Lemme tell you how we fin' to get paid
Hell yeah, right there for the takin'
Brooklyn, come on, come on
Please steady on
Fuck welfare, we say reparations
Where I'm from doin' dirt is a part of living
Hell yeah, well let's ride then
We can take it right back then get the cash
Everybody on break that's part of the game
I find out how to pimp on the system
Got me flippin' burgers with no power
On the candle, gotta get a handle
Repeat the cycle like a like a laundry mat
My homie got a 25 automatic added to the caper
And show that you ready to ride
Nigga get the phonebook look up in the yellow page
We gonna order take out and when we see the driver
Modern day slave conditions
White boy in' the wrong place at the right time
We got to get over
This is the way we survive
'Til we get our freedom
Hell yeah, you ready to get your hands dirty my nigga?
Hell yeah, you wanna get paid my nigga?
We runnin' down the block hot with these stacks of boxes
Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name
It's a deadly struggle
You know what this is, it's a stick up
'Cause when we was spooked as shit then we was targets
T-Town, who wanna ride?
One weapon to the four of us
Hell yeah, well let's ride then
For American Express, Discover Card
Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do
Let's ride, steppin' outside like warriors
Platinum Visa, Master Card
Well known at department store chains
Hell yeah, your woman need money and things my nigga?
I made her feel like it was an emergency
We been livin' in' the dark since April
Wait two weeks, report the car stolen
Head to the notorious Southside
I got mouths to feed, dawg, I gots to get it
President, uh huh
Then, fill out the credit card application
Po po never know who to true blame
The name says you but the face is me
Two steps ahead of the manager
We all gotta hustle
And when I'm workin' late nights
Gettin' over on the regular tax free money out of the register
But you can't be afraid
Please steady on
I take mine off the top like a politician
Then bring on the system
Time to get this paper
I'm down for the caper
Nostril out, DP's
Like a glitch in the system it's hard to catch
Then bring on the system
You know food stamps, can we really do that?
And don't put me on dishes I'm droppin' them bitches
You ran into the wrong niggaz
All the pain got me on some migraine shit
Stockin' boxes I'm creepin' they merchandise
Now it's your turn take my paper work
Gimme the do' from your pickups
My sad story made her feel close to me
