Hell Yeah (Original) ​dead prez

Holton street
Dean street (click clack)
Prezident, uh huh
Nostrand Ave, DPs
Orange Ave, RBGs
T-Town, who wanna ride?
Brooklyn, come on, come on

Sittin' in the living room on the floor
Hunger pain got me on some migraine shit
But I'm a maintain
Nigga got two or three dollars to my name
And my homies in the same boat going through the same thing

Ready for the caper, steady plottin' for the paper
We been livin' in the dark since April
On the candle, gotta get a handle
My homie got a twenty-five automatic add it to the gamble

Nigga get the phonebook, look up in the Yellow Page
Lemme tell you how we finna to get paid
We gonna order take out and when we see the driver
We gonna stick the twenty-five up in his face


Let's ride, steppin' outside like warriors
Into the notorious Southside
One weapon to the four of us
Hidin' in the corridor
Until we see the beam from the car headlights
White boy in the wrong place at the right time
Soon as the car door open up he mine