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