| It’s all real in the Nine-Four
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| Shorties kaught up in the system
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| Just close your eyes …
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| Picture a ghetto, break it down
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| Back in the days I was livin' swell see
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| I was ridin' bikes, rollerskatin' & playin' skelzies
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| But nowadays shit is different
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| Little kids be riffin', the motherfuckers won’t listen
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| Instead of shootin' tops they shoot Glocks
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| They point 'em at cops (*Blam*) and that’s the way they get props
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| Yo, they do what they wanna
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| Fuck a 9-to-5, they makin' G’s on the corner
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| Material things is what they want to scoop
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| They can’t get shit like that, workin' for no summer youth
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| They got clients, they livin' like giants
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| They got the whole drug shit to a science
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| They got, jewels and beepers, hundred dollar sneakers
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| Lexus coupes: Windows down boomin' the speakers
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| They got, bitches in flavors, probably fuckin' your neighbor
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| C’mon! |
| They got shit under control like the mayor
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| Man, you see the news today
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| So how you gonna tell these little kids that school’s the way?
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| Yo, it ain’t about I.Q.
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| Some of these kids are makin' more than doctors
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| And didn’t finish high school
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| Teenagers are caught up in the system
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| And God forbid if you front on 'em or try to diss 'em
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| They got everything, from Nines to shotguns
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| And they’ll put 2 in your chest and lounge til' the cops come
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| If you ain’t from the ghetto this is undercover
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| But in 94, shit is real like a motherfucker
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| Tryin' to strive 9-to-5 out in the street
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| There’s no rain or shine, trying to get ends to meet
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| Fuck the cops they don’t obey the law
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| And if you ain’t catch on by now, I ain’t even tryin' to say no more
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| I don’t give a fuck!
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| I’m just a squirrel, that’s out to get a nut
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| What? |
| That shit sucks!
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| And besides, I wouldn’t make enough
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| In this time and day, kids get paid in all kinds of ways
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| And get more respect, than niggas that’s three times they age
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| I know a child that’s runnin' wild
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| That say fuck playin' tag, he’s tryin' to get a hundred thou'
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| So it’s hard to find a stable child
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| Kids are watchin' violent movies, or either got cable now
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| And they catch on so quick
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| Bout time they hit 16 they be on some Nino Brown, G.I. |
| Joe shit
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| When school is out, they just wanna lamp
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| The last thing on they mind, is motherfuckin' summer camp
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| All they wanna do is clock dough, scoop bitches and get blunted
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| Kids is strapped, they be packin' shit
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| I seen shorties get iller than villains in some action flick
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| They say times is rough jack
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| And when you tell 'em cool out
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| Man they quick to say: Fuck that! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song S.K.I.T.S., artist - Lord Finesse. Album song The Remixes - A Midas Era Retrospective, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп