Lord Finesse - Shorties Kaught In The System lyrics

[lord finesse] Check it.. It's 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 sh** is different Little kids be riffin - the motherf**ers won't listen Instead of shootin tops they shoot glocks They point em at cops {*blam*} and that's the way they get props Yo, they do what they wanna f** a nine to five, they makin g's on the corner Material things is what they want to scoop They can't get sh** like that, workin for no summer youth They got clients, they livin like giants They got the whole drug sh** to a science They got, j**els and beepers, hundred dollar sneakers Lexus coupes; windows down boomin the speakers They got, b**hes in flavors, probably f**in your neighbor C'mon - they got sh** under control like the mayor Man, you see the news today So how you gonna tell these little kids that school's the way? Yo - it ain't about i.q.; some of these kids Are makin more than doctors, and didn't 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 they'll put two in your chest and lounge til the cops come If you ain't from the ghetto this is undercover But in ninety-four, sh** is real like a motherf**er Tryin to strive nine-to-five out in the street There's no rain or shine, trying to get ends to meet f** the cops they don't obey the law And if you ain't catch on by now, i ain't even tryin to say no more Chorus: repeat 2x Shorties be wildin I don't give a f**! I'm just a squirrel, that's out to get a nut Get a nine to five What? that sh** s**s! And besides, i wouldn't make enough [lord finesse] In this time and day, kids get paid in all kinds of ways And get more respect, than n***az that's three times they age I know a child that's runnin wild That say f** playin tag, he's tryin to get a hundred thou' So it's 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 sh** When school is out, they just wanna lamp The last thing on they mind, is motherf**in summer camp And eighty out of a hundred All they wanna do is clock dough, scoop b**hes and get blunted Kids is strapped, they be packin sh** 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, "f** that!" Chorus 2x