Lord Finesse - Shorties Kaught in the System LYRICS

[lord finesse]

Check it..

Its all real in the nine-fo

Shorties kaught up in the system

Just close your eyes..

Picture a ghetto - break it down



Back in the days I was livin swell see

I was ridin bikes, rollerskatin and playin skelzies

But nowadays shit is different

Little kids be riffin - the motherfuckers wont listen

Instead of shootin tops they shoot glocks

They point em at cops {*blam* and thats the way they get props

Yo, they do what they wanna

Fuck a nine to five, they makin gs on the corner

Material things is what they want to scoop

They cant get shit like that, workin for no summer youth

They got clients, they livin like giants

They got the whole drug shit to a science

They got, jewels and beepers, hundred dollar sneakers

Lexus coupes; windows down boomin the speakers

They got, bitches in flavors, probably fuckin your neighbor

Cmon - they got shit under control like the mayor

Man, you see the news today

So how you gonna tell these little kids that schools the way?

Yo - it aint about i.q.; some of these kids

Are makin more than doctors, and didnt finish high school

Teenagers are caught up in the system

And God forbid if you front on em or try to diss em

They got everything, from nines to shotguns

And theyll put two in your chest and lounge til the cops come

If you aint from the ghetto this is undercover

But in ninety-four, shit is real like a motherfucker

Tryin to strive nine-to-five out in the street

Theres no rain or shine, trying to get ends to meet

Fuck the cops they dont obey the law

And if you aint catch on by now, I aint even tryin to say no more



Chorus: repeat 2x



Shorties be wildin

I dont give a fuck!

Im just a squirrel, thats out to get a nut

Get a nine to five

What?that shit sucks!

And besides, I wouldnt make enough



[lord finesse]

In this time and day, kids get paid in all kinds of ways

And get more respect, than niggaz thats three times they age

I know a child thats runnin wild

That say fuck playin tag, hes tryin to get a hundred thou

So its hard to find a stable child

Kids are watchin violent movies, or either got cable now

And they catch on so quick

Bout time they hit 16 they be on some nino brown, g.i. joe shit

When school is out, they just wanna lamp

The last thing on they mind, is motherfuckin summer camp

And eighty out of a hundred

All they wanna do is clock dough, scoop bitches and get blunted

Kids is strapped, they be packin shit

I seen shorties get iller than villains in some action flick

They say times is rough jack

And when you tell em cool out

Man they quick to say, "fuck that!"



Chorus 2x