Houghton
Street,
Dean
Street,
Click
Clack,
President,
Nostrand
Al,
GPs,
Orange
Al,
RBGs,
T -Town, who wanna ride?
Brooklyn, come on, come on
Sitting in the living room on the floor,
hunger pain got me on some migraine, but I'm a maintainer
Got two or three dollars to my name and my homies in
the same boat going through the same thing
Ready for a caper, daily plotting for the paper,
we been living in the dark since
April
On the candle, gotta get a handle
My homie got a .25 automatic,
add it to the
gamble
Get the phone book,
look up in the yellow page
Let me tell you how we finna get paid
We gon' order pink out
when they see the driver
We gon' stick the .25 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 till we see the
deed from the car
Headlights,
white boy in the wrong place at the right time
Soon as the car door open, I'll be mine
We roll up quick and put the pistol to his
nose
By the look on his face,
he probably shittin'
his clothes
You know what this is, it's a stick up
Give me the dough from your pick -ups,
you ran into the wrong
You running down the block hot
with these stacks of boxes
So we split up and met
back at the apartment
Hell yeah
Yo, ain't you hungry, mutt?
Hell yeah
You wanna get paid, mutt?
Hell yeah
Ain't you tired of starving, mutt?
Hell yeah
Well, let's ride in
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 is me
Now it's your turn, take my paperwork
Like one, two, three, let's make it work
Then, fill out the credit card application
And it's gon' be about three
weeks of waitin'
For
American
Express,
Discovery
Car
Platinum
Visa,
MasterCard
Cause when we was booted,
then we was targets
Now we just walk right up and say,
charge it
To the game, we rockin' brand names
Well known at department store chains
Even got the boys in the crew
for a few things
Popo never know who's the true blame
Store after store,
you know we kept rollin'
Wait two weeks, report the car 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, yeah
Get a friend, then do it again
Damn right, that's how we pay the rent
Yeah, got to get this paper I'm
down for the cake, but
We stay on the ground
It's a damn big struggle
We all gotta hustle
This is the way we survive
I know a
K -12, we can get some government paper,
you know food stamps, can we really
do that?
Hell yeah, right there, voter taken, f*** welfare,
we say reparations and uh, you know
the grind, get up early, get on the line and just wait,
everybody on break, that's part
And when they call your name,
Miss
Case
Worker, let me 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 22
Now tell me what the f***
am I supposed to do?
My sad story made her feel close to me,
I made her feel like it was an emergency
And when I came to the crib, couldn't believe,
I came back with a big bag of grocery
Every job I ever had, I had to get em'
The first day,
I find how to pimp the system
Two steps ahead of the manager,
getting over on the regular
Tax free money out the register
And when I'm working late nights,
locking boxes
I'm creepin' they merchandise and
don't put me on dishes
I'm droppin' the p***s and takin'
all day long to mop the kitchen
We ain't gettin' paid commission,
minimum wage, modern day slave conditions
Got me flippin' burgers with no power and can't
even buy one off what I make in an hour
I'm not the one to kiss
s*** 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 miles to feed, dawg, I got to get it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
You down to roll my d***?
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
You better get your hands dirty,
my d***
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your momma need money and thangs,
my d -
Yeah, yeah,
Well, that's where I did
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Come on, come on
If you claimin' gangsta
Then bang on the system
And show that you ready to ride
Take it off
Freedom, we got to get over
We steady on the grind
Dead Prez 
