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"Children grow and women produce
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and men go work and some go stealin
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everyone's got to make a livin"
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[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
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Yo yo murderous specialist tactics
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In effect y'all in effect y'all
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In effect y'all yo yo
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Yea it's all about it's all about
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It's all about how you live it
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It's all about how you live it
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How you live it...
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[Inspectah Deck]
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Yo a big time slinger named Ty from Bed-stuy
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Had all the drug blocks locked on the westside
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Nickels and dimes, sellin drugs of all kinds
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But never seen on the streets in the day time
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When it gets dark and the clock strikes six
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If you standin on the block, you gots to face the click
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Prepare to be stuck, young buck, you wanna gamble?
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Got to pay dues if you plan to scramble
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Ty has spots, glocks, knots in the web for throwin away cops
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He had a piece named Alice, she was no joke
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Quick to wet a nigga who tryin to cut throat
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But, yo, Ty was no new Jack, he knew that
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he was marked for death cuz niggaz had contracts
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He had mad uzis in his crib
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He paid 300 g's in the boondocks in Jersey
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And at his lab was the '98 Lex with the rag
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He never drove cuz he moves in cabs
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A veteran in art of drug peddlin
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No one could stop him or knock him cuz he's headed in
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the direction that gets his click filthy rich
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for gettin paid on the night shift
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"Everyone's got to make a livin" (x4)
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[Inspectah Deck]
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On the shadowy midtown streets, there's a hooker
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Crafty-ass hoe by the name of brown sugar
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Large as a blimp, mad miss wearin garments
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like mink coats cuz she cut her pimp's throat
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The ordinary prostitute, she got the Power U
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made niggaz come back, spendin mad loot
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Her style's wild with the blade in her purse
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Slice her twice before you feel the first
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Sweatin Madison Avenue high-class bars
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with plenty of Broadway stars and fly cars
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Swingin her back to the labs that they rest at
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Hittin her off with stacks for her sex acts
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and all types of expensive merchandise
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Diamonds, gold, whatever fits the price
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Yo, she didn't need no man, she had the upper hand
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walkin around with grands wrapped in rubber bands
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For real, she was colder than blue steel
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Millitant bitch with a switch and high heals
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Daylight strikes, yo, the hoe was out of sight quick
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And at night, she's back on the strip for the night shift
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"Everyone's got to make a livin" (x4)
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[Inspectah Deck]
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Yo, a kid named Keith, he's a professional car thief
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Cops give him props, his pops is the police chief
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Model citizen, no jail convictions
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Night time, flippin on a stolen car mission
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Roll up in parkin lot, find a dark spot
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Grab the screwdriver, pop the car lock
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One hand pose, layin by the windows
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Tryin to get the dough before the chop shop close
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No acs, no macks, no Jeeps and cheddars
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Benzes, Lexes, 50 grand and better
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Tenants organized to stop his ball
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But he gots the fall to get paid and make a pocket full
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Early AM, he's at it again
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Pop the trunk, snipped the alarm and made his way in
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Then make his way out without a doubt
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on a route to get hit, with a nice large amount
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for the night shift
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"Everyone's got to make a livin" (x4)
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Nightshift
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Inspectah Deck |