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Dead Prez - Hell Yeah Lyrics

Album: Revolutionary But Gangsta (2004)

Hell Yeah Lyrics



[Talking]

Hoden Street

Dean Street

click clack, Presidents

Nostrun Ave

DP's, Orange Ave

or DG's, T-Town

Who Wanna Ride, Brooklyn

Come on, Come on



[Rapping]

Sittin' in the living room on the flo' hung on pain

got me on some migrain shit but I'ma maintain

Nigga got two or three dollars to my name

and my homies in the same boat goin' through the same thing

ready for a cape, steady plottin' 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 gonna get paid

we gon' order pizza, when we see the driver

we gon' stick the 25 up in his face

steppin' outside like warriors and to the notorious southside

one weapon to the four of us, hidin' in the corridors

til' we see the Dominoes 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 rolls

by the look on his face he probly shitted in his clothes

you know what this is st-stick up

hittin' the dog from the neck up

you ran into the wrong niggas

we runnin down the block hot with these pizza boxes

so we split up and met back at the appartment



Hell Yeah

yo ain't you hungry my nigga

hell yeah

you wann get paid my nigga

hell yeah

ain't you tired of starvin' my nigga

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 face says me

now it's yo' 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 waitin'

for American Express dicovers the card

Platinum Visa Mastercard

cuz when we was boothed and shit then we was targets

now we just walk right up and say charge it

to the game we rocki' brand names

well known at the 'partment store chains

even got the boys in the crew a few thangs

popo never know who to true blame

store after store ya' know we kept rollin'

wait two weeks report the car stolen

repeat the cycle like a laundrymat

like a glitch in the system thats hard to catch

comin' out the mall, with the shopping bags

so 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



Down 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

[x2]



I kmow a caper

we can get some government paper

ya' know food stamps, can we really do that

hell yeah right there for the takin'

fuck welfare we say reparations

Ya' 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 had I had to get

on the first day I find out how to pimp the system

two steps ahead of the manager

gettin' over on the regular tax-free money out the register

and when I'm workin' late night stockin boxes

I'm creepin' their merchandises

Don't put me on dishes I'm droppin' those bitches

and takin' all day just to mop the kitchen

shit, we ain't gettin paid permission, minimum wage

modern day slave conditions

got me flippin' burgers with no power

can't even buy on 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 livin'

I got mouths to feed do I gotsa' get it



Hell Yeah

You down to roll my nigga

Hell Yeah

You ready to get your hands dirty my nigga

Hell Yeah

Your mama need money and thangs my nigga

Hell Yeah, Hell Yeah



If you claimin' gansta

Then bang on the system, and show that you ready to ride

Til' we get our freedom

We got to get over, we steady on the grind

[x2]


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