Hell Yeah (Pimp the System) (Remix) dead prez (Ft. JAY-Z)
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[Jay-Z]
We together on the same track now, baby!
Whatchu gon call us now?!
[Intro]
Holton Street, Dean Street (click clack)
Prezident (uh huh) Nostrand Ave (DP's) (Marcy)
Orange Ave (RBGs) T-Town (Who wanna ride?)
Brooklyn, come on, come on
[Verse - stic.man]
Sittin' in the living room on the floor
Hunger pain got me on some migraine shit
But I'm a maintain
Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name
And my homies in the same boat going through the same thing
Ready for our cake, steady plottin for the paper
We been living 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 fend to get paid
We gonna order pizza and when we see the driver
We gonna stick the 25 up in his face
Lets ride, stepping outside like warriors
Head to the notorious Southside
One weapon to the four of us
Hiding in the corridor until we see the Dominos 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 stic up
Gimme the do' from your pickups
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
We together on the same track now, baby!
Whatchu gon call us now?!
[Intro]
Holton Street, Dean Street (click clack)
Prezident (uh huh) Nostrand Ave (DP's) (Marcy)
Orange Ave (RBGs) T-Town (Who wanna ride?)
Brooklyn, come on, come on
[Verse - stic.man]
Sittin' in the living room on the floor
Hunger pain got me on some migraine shit
But I'm a maintain
Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name
And my homies in the same boat going through the same thing
Ready for our cake, steady plottin for the paper
We been living 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 fend to get paid
We gonna order pizza and when we see the driver
We gonna stick the 25 up in his face
Lets ride, stepping outside like warriors
Head to the notorious Southside
One weapon to the four of us
Hiding in the corridor until we see the Dominos 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 stic up
Gimme the do' from your pickups
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
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