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South Park Mexican - The System lyrics
[Verse 1] This Ones 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 and runnin from cops most of my clients like they cane on the rocks Gun shots like 2 blocks away I wonda 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're the star of the funeral [Chorus] All my friends are in the dead end street Sum locked up and sum are R-i-P You cant win there aint no way no how Clock your change and get the fuck on out [Verse 2] We was Pirex shakers Sunny Side money makers In Hillwood we had rocks big as now and laterz 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 tru hustla cause they daddy drives an old gas guzzla The dope deala I aint tryina brag but fuck watchin roaches tryina climb out my bath tub I was a hard head tryina be a drug lord slow my roll nah homie what the fuck for im in the 2 bed trailor man im dirt poor when hurricanes would kome id run next door to my homies house his name is huet hodges we gonna make out this ghetto man I promise [Chorus] [Verse 3] 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 aint 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 Im not sure exaclty what my religion is I just know I thank god for my little kids this is the baddest sellin drugs like sum guinnie pigs then they arrest us after we done make it big they take our money our cars and our houses now tell me whos really sellin the ounces and any cash that we might have hidden goes to the system tryin to stay out of prison [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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