ฟังเพลงThe System

The System (系统) - South Park Mexican/Nelly

'Cause I'm in the studio man doin' my thing

One minute it'll be done

For my hustlas man here we go

This one's for those on the dead end street

Hustlin' hard to make all they ends meet

I hope one day I see your Benz creep

Watch for the jealousy that most friends keep

SP 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 two blocks away

I wonder who the f**k caught a hot one today

Never 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 on the dead end street

Some locked up and some are RIP

You can't win there ain't no way no how

Clonk your change and get the f**k on out

We was Pyrex shakers Sunnyside money makers

In Hillwood we had rocks big as Now and Laters

Quick snappers the store where we slung at

Everybody knew me for my hundred packs

Across the street was Law Elementary

My collar so clean kids was lookin' up to me

They wanna be like me a true hustla

'Cause they daddy drives an old gas guzzla

The d**e dealer I ain't tryna brag but

F**k watchin' roaches tryna climb out my bath tub

I was a hard head tryna be a drug lord

Slow my Roll nah homie what the f**k for

I'm in the two bed trailer man I'm dirt poor

When hurricanes would come I'd run next door

To my homies house his name is Huet Hodges

We gonna make out this ghetto man I promise

All my friends are on the dead end street

Some locked up and some are RIP

You can't win there ain't no way no how

Clonk your change and get the f**k on out

Ninety nine percent of all criminals are d**e dealers

Get busted by bullets or f**kin' squealers

And the one percent that made it was pure luck

But even he'll tell that his life ain't worth a f**k

'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

I'm not sure exactly what my religion is

I just know I thank God for my little kids

This is the baddest sellin' drugs like sum guinea pigs

Then they arrest us after we done make it big

They take our money our cars and our houses

Now tell me who's really sellin' the ounces

And any cash that we might have hidden

Goes to the system tryna' to stay out of prison

All my friends are on the dead end street

Some locked up and some are RIP

You can't win there ain't no way no how

Clonk your change and get the f**k on out

All my friends are on the dead end street

Some locked up and some are RIP

You can't win there ain't no way no how

Clonk your change and get the f**k on out