Holton Street

Dean Street, click clack

President, uh huh

Nostrand Ave, DPz

Orange Ave, RBGs

Tee Town, who wanna ride

Brooklyn, come on, come on

[Verse 1]

Sitting in the living room on the floor

Hunger pang got me on some migraine shit

But I'mma 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 plottin' for the paper

We been living in the dark since April

On the candle, gotta get a handle

My homie got a twenty-five automatic added to the gamble

Nigga get the phone book, look up in the yellow page

Lemme tell you how we finna get paid

We gonna order take-out and when they send the driver

We gonna stick the twenty-five up in his face

Let's ride, stepping outside like warriors

Heading to the notorious Southside

One weapon to the four of us

Hiding in the corridor until we see the beams from the 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 niggas

We running down the block hot with these stacks of boxes

So we split up and met back at the apartment

[Hook]

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 2]

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 an ID

The name says you but the face is me

Now it's your turn take my paper work

Like 1, 2, 3 let's make it work

Then, fill out the credit card application

And its gonna be bout 3 weeks of waiting

For American Express

Discover 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 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 card stolen

Repeat the cycle like a laundromat

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

[Hook]

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 3]

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

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 twenty two

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, niggas couldn't believe

I came back with a big bag of groceries, hell yeah

[Verse 4]

Every job I ever had or 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 stocking boxes

I'm creeping 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 dog, I got to get it

[Hook]

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 things, my nigga?

Hell yeah! - Well let's ride then!

Hell yeah!

Hell yeah!

[Outro]

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