Lord Finesse

[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 shit is different
Little kids be riffin - the motherfuckers 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
Fuck a nine to five, they makin G's on the corner
Material things is what they want to scoop
They can't 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
C'mon - they got shit 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, shit is real like a motherfucker
Tryin to strive nine-to-five out in the street