Lord Finesse - Shorties Kaught In The System Lyrics
[lord finesse]Check it..Its all real in the nine-foShorties kaught up in the systemJust close your eyes..Picture a ghetto - break it downBack in the days I was livin swell seeI was ridin bikes, rollerskatin and playin skelziesBut nowadays shit is differentLittle kids be riffin - the mother*****ers wont listenInstead of shootin tops they shoot glocksThey point em at cops {*blam*} and thats the way they get propsYo, they do what they wanna***** a nine to five, they makin gs on the cornerMaterial things is what they want to scoopThey cant get shit like that, workin for no summer youthThey got clients, they livin like giantsThey got the whole drug shit to a scienceThey got, jewels and beepers, hundred dollar sneakersLexus coupes; windows down boomin the speakersThey got, *****es in flavors, probably *****in your neighborCmon - they got shit under control like the mayorMan, you see the news todaySo how you gonna tell these little kids that schools the way?Yo - it aint about i.q.; some of these kidsAre makin more than doctors, and didnt finish high schoolTeenagers are caught up in the systemAnd God forbid if you front on em or try to diss emThey got everything, from nines to shotgunsAnd theyll put two in your chest and lounge til the cops comeIf you aint from the ghetto this is undercoverBut in ninety-four, shit is real like a mother*****erTryin to strive nine-to-five out in the streetTheres no rain or shine, trying to get ends to meet***** the cops they dont obey the lawAnd if you aint catch on by now, I aint even tryin to say no moreChorus: repeat 2xShorties be wildinI dont give a *****!Im just a squirrel, thats out to get a nutGet a nine to fiveWhat? that shit sucks!And besides, I wouldnt make enough[lord finesse]In this time and day, kids get paid in all kinds of waysAnd get more respect, than niggaz thats three times they ageI know a child thats runnin wildThat say ***** playin tag, hes tryin to get a hundred thouSo its hard to find a stable childKids are watchin violent movies, or either got cable nowAnd they catch on so quickBout time they hit 16 they be on some nino brown, g.i. joe shitWhen school is out, they just wanna lampThe last thing on they mind, is mother*****in summer campAnd eighty out of a hundredAll they wanna do is clock dough, scoop *****es and get bluntedKids is strapped, they be packin shitI seen shorties get iller than villains in some action flickThey say times is rough jackAnd when you tell em cool outMan they quick to say, ***** that!Chorus 2x
