S.K.I.T.S. (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Lord Finesse] Check it... It's all real, wordlife (It's all real in the '94) Because kids act trife, when times get tight (Shorties Kaught up In The System) It's all real, wordlife Because kids act trife, when times get tight (Just close your eyes..) It's all real, wordlife Because kids act trife, when times get tight (Picture a ghetto, break it down) It's all real, wordlife Because kids act trife, when timеs get tight [Verse 1: Lord Finesse] Back in the days, I was living swell, see? I was riding bikеs, roller-skating & 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 *gunshot*, and that's the way they get props Yo, they do what they wanna Fuck a 9-to-5! They makin' G's on the corner Material things is what they wanna scoop They can't get shit like that working for no summer youth They got clients, they living like giants They got the whole drug shit to a science They got jewels and beepers, hundred-dollar sneakers Lexus Coupes — windows down booming 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 2 in your chest and lounge 'til the cops come If you ain't from the ghetto, this is undercover But in '94, shit is real like a motherfucker Tryin' to strive 9-to-5 out in the street There's no rain or shine tryin' to get ends to meet Fuck 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: Lord Finesse & Big L] Shorties be wildin'! "I don't give a fuck! I'm just a squirrel that's out to get a nut" Get a 9-to-5! "What? That shit sucks! And besides, I wouldn't make enough" Shorties be wildin'! "I don't give a fuck! I'm just a squirrel that's out to get a nut" Get a 9-to-5! "What? That shit sucks! And besides, I wouldn't make enough" [Verse 2: Lord Finesse & Big L] In this time and day, kids get paid in all kinds of ways And get more respect than niggas that's three times they age I know a child that's running wild! And say fuck 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 shit When school is out, they just wanna lamp The last thing on they mind is motherfucking summer camp And 80 out of a 100 All they wanna do is clock dough, scoop bitches and get blunted Kids is strapped, they be packing shit I seen shorties get iller than villains in some action flicks They say times is rough, jack And when you tell 'em cool out, yo They quick to say "Man, fuck that!" [Chorus: Lord Finesse & Big L] Shorties be wildin'! "I don't give a fuck! I'm just a squirrel that's out to get a nut" Get a 9-to-5! "What? That shit sucks! And besides, I wouldn't make enough" Shorties be wildin'! "I don't give a fuck! I'm just a squirrel that's out to get a nut" Get a 9-to-5! "What? That shit sucks! And besides, I wouldn't make enough" [Outro: Lord Finesse] It's all real, wordlife Because kids act trife, when times get tight It's all real, wordlife Because kids act trife, when times get tight It's all real, wordlife Because kids act trife, when times get tight It's all real, wordlife Because kids act trife, when times get tight