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Correct Nightshift Lyrics
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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)
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