Wu-tang Clan - Stick Me For My Riches lyrics

rate me

See I was raised up on these mean streets

I'm from the projects, right where poverty and hell meets

I'm searchin every day to find a better way, I gotta

Hustle, steal to get my pay before I hit bottom

Now some might say I'm already there

But who are they to judge or question what I do so I don't care

Tired of eatin cheese sandwiches with no meat

Tired of watchin all the playas from the same street

So it's a life of crime, some might sing a rhyme

To escape the ghetto before the flatline

Choices to make, what am I gonna do

Gotta use my talents that gonna put me through

Now with success I've become a target

They wanna set me up, I guess mo money equals more problems

They wanna get me, wanna hit me, strip me of my riches

They want to cut me up in pieces, leave me deep in ditches

And I can't take it, but I'm gonna make it

(Fading as Meth's verse starts: Fight to stay alive)

I was raised on these meen streets

You know, where poverty and hell meet

Brothers get jelly, lifes for sale cheap

Since my momma held me in her arms to tell me

That it's a cold world I dun held heat

And held myself down, lots of bodies and shells found

And niggas takin anything that ain't nailed down

We fell down, ain't hard to tell now

I ain't tryin ta see the cell now

Or see momma put the house up for sale now

So I'm a give all I got, to try and get that guap

Nigga, I'm hot with this hustle, go ahead and get the cops

I used my talent to get more fickis

Unlike these little cornerstore niggas

Go change your drawers niggas

Now with success I've become a target

They wanna set me up, take me hostage

Or take me down some notches

They wanna hit me, wanna stick me, get me for my riches

They wanna diss me, wanna clip me, leave me stiff in ditches

And I can't take it, but I'm gonna make it