[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   There's no rain or shine, trying 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: repeat 2x      Shorties be wildin   I don't give a fuck!   I'm just a squirrel, that's out to get a nut   Get a nine to five   What? that shit sucks!   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 niggaz that's three times they age   I know a child that's runnin wild   That 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 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