Hip 2 Tha Skeme Lyrics

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I get it done
Make it one make it two make it three
Right before it happens
Make it four make it five make it 6 7 8 9
Ten
Come on motherf*cka we can do it again
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See i aint never had shit
But my strife and my game and my life
And all thems is just hand downs from my granddaddy lidvens
For them whose black folks ever came to here
To steal and hustling food stamps for that nine to 4 caddy
How many days can i stretch this box of grits
Shit never quits im a brother
Pitching fits or pitching shit
I use my mouth or a leg muscle anything to make the rent,
Yo give up the hustle.
I know the us economy and i could run it
Im about to make these four dollars into 4 hundred
Aint nothing happening but this serious game
While they got billions in the bank
We just got money on the deck
And when we got fresh rims we on top,
On top of what when the kitchen's table's on hock
Gun uncocked but we seen it on the past
Make a fast dash for the cash be gangsta leaning on your ass
Twentys and tens it's all about making ends
No need to sin to uplift a california living
But i'd rear cos err i remember as a tot mr ogs
Skank you motherf*ckars with the glocks
And now the rocks is in my pockets
And my spots hot like the haiwaiian tropics
A taskforce topic cos this one's a cya
Even though the yay is brought in by the cia
See im a motherf*ckas that's done some dirt for my meal ticket
But i learned quit you gots to deal with it
Well i dealed for twentytwof*cking years
You damn straight my homies been laid when we all she'd a tear
And it's clear to my ear i had to learn that knowledge
Cos after 12th grade i had to say f*ck college
And the knowledge no longer will i waste my time
The chrome was stuck in my ear
But im stuck to the ground
Im steady mobbing
Back to the police station,
They checking me but it's inflation that's doing this taking
No hesistating can't be waiting let me do my thing
I was hooked like a fiend but now im hip to tha skeme

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I heard recognized game when it's in your face Im spitting the game so close to you
You could feel the wet trace
If everybody in the hood had a phd
Youd say that dr flip that burger hell it good for me
200thousand brothers watching one mind one place to go
Aint no revolution they just walking to the liquor store
Here take a swigger so it's quicker round the niggerroe
Just wanna get rich the rigamole i been here before
A typical ho aint really no different
Except that she would know that caint no prostitute
Can become a pimp up in this system
It'd be more drama than a soap opera daytime spot
But aint no twist up in this cemetery plot
Since nineteen fiftyfour
I's been hustling for that dough
My girl been putting out cross that wick like she's a specialized pro
This shit is getting steep
Im getting I'll ready to kill
The only thing i can inherit is an overdue bill
Now it's six in the morning
I stride to the ride
As i glide down the street
I can't get to park ?
Cos my gas is kissing heat
Im not yet free
But you don't hear me though
Unlesss you creeping soap as my drive through window
Now if you wondering bout my f*cked up fickle frown
Is cos im thinking bout how the wealth don't trickle down
Listen to that beat nickle pound is my homies in the back
Pass the nickle bag around and im looking at the street
Through the fogged up windows knowing if i was walking
Id be smelling stench or piss or stale p*ssy in your window
I ask when those stores get closed down
A system that eats itself got it looking like a ghost town
No proof of purchase hear my essence purchase proof
Analyze how they f*cked us like if i was dr ruth
Im on proof with the truth they started with nothing
Robbed and ganked and killed
Aint no po folks getting rich
Less some caps is getting picked
Except for a couple of motherf*ckas who done live their
Token seen lifestyles of the rich and famous
Front page of the magazine but that's a known
Trick tell them suck their own dick
Im hip to the skeme
My fist will bring up the whole clique.

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