The System

歌詞

[Verse 1:] This One's for those on the dead end street Hustlin' hard to make all they 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 & runnin' from cops Most of my clients like they cane on the rocks Gun shots like 2 blocks away I wonder who the fuck caught a hot one today Never mind cause I don't wanna know I just lost 2 good friends in the row One second things is lookin' beautiful The next second you can start off the funeral. [Chorus:] All my friends are in the dead end street Some locked up & some are RIP You can't win there ain't no way no how Clock your change & get the fuck on out. [Verse 2:] We was Pirex shakers Sunny Side money makers In Hillwood we had rocks big as now & laters Quick snappers the store where we slung at Everybody knew me for my hundred packs Across the street was law elementry My car was so clean kids was lookin' up to me They wanna be like me a true hustla Cause they daddy drives an old gas guzzla The dope dealer I ain't tryin' to brag But fuck watchin' roaches tryin' to climb out of my bath tub I was a hard head tryin' to be a drug lord Slow my roll nah homey what the fuck for I'm in the 2 bed trailor 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. [Chorus:] All my friends are in the dead end street Some locked up & some are RIP You can't win there ain't no way no how Clock your change & get the fuck on out. [Verse 3:] 99% of all criminals & dope dealers Get busted by bullets or fuckin' squealers & the 1% 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 & in his mind he was shot a thousand times Without peace there can be no happyness I wear a cross around my neck like the catholics I'm not sure exaclty what my religion is I just know I thank god for my little kids This is the baddest sellin' drugs like some guinea pigs Then they arrest us after we done make it big They take our money our cars & our houses Now tell me who's really sellin' the ounces & any cash that we might have hidden Goes to The System tryin' to stay out of prison. [Chorus:] All my friends are in the dead end street Some locked up & some are RIP You can't win there ain't no way no how Clock your change & get the fuck on out. [x2]