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