Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The System, artist - SPM. Date of issue: 05.11.2001
Song language: English
The System |
| 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 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 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 ain’t 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| — repeat 2X |