INSPECTAH DECK - Nightshift Lyrics

* appeared on promo (radio) copies of uncontrolled substanceChildren grow and women produce,And men go work, and some go stealin,Everyone's got to make a livin[intro: inspectah deck]Yo, yo, murderous specialist tacticsIn effect y'all, in effect y'allIn effect y'all, yo, yoYea, it's all about, it's all aboutIt's all about how you live itIt's all about how you live itHow you live it...[inspectah deck]Yo, a big time slinger named ty from bed-stuyHad all the drug blocks locked on the westsideNickels and dimes, sellin drugs of all kindsBut never seen on the streets in the day timeWhen it gets dark and the clock strikes sixIf you standin on the block, you gots to face the clickPrepare to be stuck, young buck, you wanna gamble? Got to pay dues if you plan to scrambleTy has spots, glocks, knots in the web for throwin away copsHe had a piece named alice, she was no jokeQuick to wet a nigga who tryin to cut throatBut, yo, ty was no new jack, he knew thatHe was marked for death cuz niggaz had contractsHe had mad uzis in his cribHe paid 300 g's in the boondocks in jerseyAnd at his lab was the '98 lex with the ragHe never drove cuz he moves in cabsA veteran in art of drug peddlinNo one could stop him or knock him cuz he's headed inThe direction that gets his click filthy richFor gettin paid on the night shiftEveryone's got to make a livin (x4)[inspectah deck]On the shadowy midtown streets, there's a hookerCrafty-ass hoe by the name of brown sugarLarge as a blimp, mad miss wearin garmentsLike mink coats cuz she cut her pimp's throatThe ordinary prostitute, she got the power uMade niggaz come back, spendin mad lootHer style's wild with the blade in her purseSlice her twice before you feel the firstSweatin madison avenue high-class barsWith plenty of broadway stars and fly carsSwingin her back to the labs that they rest atHittin her off with stacks for her sex actsAnd all types of expensive merchandiseDiamonds, gold, whatever fits the priceYo, she didn't need no man, she had the upper handWalkin around with grands wrapped in rubber bandsFor real, she was colder than blue steelMillitant bitch with a switch and high healsDaylight strikes, yo, the hoe was out of sight quickAnd at night, she's back on the strip for the night shiftEveryone's got to make a livin (x4)[inspectah deck]Yo, a kid named keith, he's a professional car thiefCops give him props, his pops is the police chiefModel citizen, no jail convictionsNight time, flippin on a stolen car missionRoll up in parkin lot, find a dark spotGrab the screwdriver, pop the car lockOne hand pose, layin by the windowsTryin to get the dough before the chop shop closeNo acs, no macks, no jeeps and cheddarsBenzes, lexes, 50 grand and betterTenants organized to stop his ballBut he gots the fall to get paid and make a pocket fullEarly am, he's at it againPop the trunk, snipped the alarm and made his way inThen make his way out without a doubtOn a route to get hit, with a nice large amountFor the night shiftEveryone's got to make a livin (x4)

Share your thoughts

Comment :
Rating :

(Maximum characters: 100)
You have characters left.