"The System" lyrics
This ones for those on the dead end street
Hustlin hard to make all their ends meet
I hope one day I see yo Benz creep
Watch for the jealousy that most friends keep
S-P got the Bentley
All I can do is thank God 'cause he blessed me
I used to be just like you
Slangin crack rock on the avenue
Packin Glocks and runnin from cops
Most of my clients like they cane on the rocks
Gun shots like two blocks away
I wonder who the fuck caught a hot one today
Neva mind 'cause I don't wanna know
I just lost two good friends in the row
One second things is lookin beautiful
The next second you can start off the funeral
All my friends are in the dead end street
Some locked up and some are R-I-P
You can't win there ain't no way no how
Clock your change and get the fuck on out
We was Pyrex shakers
Sunny Side money makers
In Hillwood we had rocks big as now and laterz
QuikStop was the store where we slung at
Everybody knew me for my hundred packs
Across the street was law elementary
My car was so clean kids was lookin up to me
They wanna be like me a true hustler
'Cause their daddy drives an old gas guzzla
The dope dealer I ain't tryna brag but
Fuck watchin roaches tryna climb out my bath tub
I was a hard head tryna be a drug lord
Slow my roll nah homie what the fuck for
I'm in the two-bed trailer man I'm dirt poor
When hurricanes would come I'd run next door
To my homies house his name is huet hodges
We gonna make out this ghetto man I promise
All my friends are in the dead end street
Some locked up and some are R-I-P
You can't win there ain't no way no how
Clock your change and get the fuck on out
99 percent of all criminals are dope dealers
Get busted by bullets or fuckin squeelers
And the one percent that made it was pure luck
But even he'll tell that his life ain't worth a fuck
'Cause in his mind he was caught a thousand times
And in his mind he was shot a thousand times
Without peace there can be no happiness
I wear a cross around my neck like the catholics
I'm not sure exactly what my religion is
I just know I thank God for my little kids
This is the baddest sellin drugs like sum guinea pigs
Then they arrest us after we done make it big
They take our money our cars and our houses
Now tell me who's really sellin the ounces
And any cash that we might have hidden
Goes to the system tryin to stay out of prison
All my friends are in the dead end street
Some locked up and some are R-I-P
You can't win there ain't no way no how
Clock your change and get the fuck on out
All my friends are in the dead end street
Some locked up and some are R-I-P
You can't win there ain't no way no how
Clock your change and get the fuck on out
Hustlin hard to make all their ends meet
I hope one day I see yo Benz creep
Watch for the jealousy that most friends keep
S-P got the Bentley
All I can do is thank God 'cause he blessed me
I used to be just like you
Slangin crack rock on the avenue
Packin Glocks and runnin from cops
Most of my clients like they cane on the rocks
Gun shots like two blocks away
I wonder who the fuck caught a hot one today
Neva mind 'cause I don't wanna know
I just lost two good friends in the row
One second things is lookin beautiful
The next second you can start off the funeral
All my friends are in the dead end street
Some locked up and some are R-I-P
You can't win there ain't no way no how
Clock your change and get the fuck on out
We was Pyrex shakers
Sunny Side money makers
In Hillwood we had rocks big as now and laterz
QuikStop was the store where we slung at
Everybody knew me for my hundred packs
Across the street was law elementary
My car was so clean kids was lookin up to me
They wanna be like me a true hustler
'Cause their daddy drives an old gas guzzla
The dope dealer I ain't tryna brag but
Fuck watchin roaches tryna climb out my bath tub
I was a hard head tryna be a drug lord
Slow my roll nah homie what the fuck for
I'm in the two-bed trailer man I'm dirt poor
When hurricanes would come I'd run next door
To my homies house his name is huet hodges
We gonna make out this ghetto man I promise
All my friends are in the dead end street
Some locked up and some are R-I-P
You can't win there ain't no way no how
Clock your change and get the fuck on out
99 percent of all criminals are dope dealers
Get busted by bullets or fuckin squeelers
And the one percent that made it was pure luck
But even he'll tell that his life ain't worth a fuck
'Cause in his mind he was caught a thousand times
And in his mind he was shot a thousand times
Without peace there can be no happiness
I wear a cross around my neck like the catholics
I'm not sure exactly what my religion is
I just know I thank God for my little kids
This is the baddest sellin drugs like sum guinea pigs
Then they arrest us after we done make it big
They take our money our cars and our houses
Now tell me who's really sellin the ounces
And any cash that we might have hidden
Goes to the system tryin to stay out of prison
All my friends are in the dead end street
Some locked up and some are R-I-P
You can't win there ain't no way no how
Clock your change and get the fuck on out
All my friends are in the dead end street
Some locked up and some are R-I-P
You can't win there ain't no way no how
Clock your change and get the fuck on out
Writer(s): Carlos Coy
