Stick Me for My Riches

See I was raised out

On these mean streets

I'm from the projects

Right where poverty and hell meet

I'm searching everyday

To find a better way I've got a

Hustle still to get my pay before I hit bottom

Now some might say

That I'm already there

But who are they to judge or question

What I do son so I don't care

Tired of eating cheese sandwiches with no meat

Tired of watching

All the playas from the same seat

So it's a life of crime

Some might sing or rhyme

To escape the ghetto before the flatline

Choices to make

What am I gonna do

Got to use my talents

They gonna pull me through

Now with success I become a target

They wanna set me up

I guess more money equals more problems

They wanna get me

Wanna hit me strip me of my riches

They wanna cut me up in pieces

Leave me deep in ditches

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

Yeah oh I'm gonna make it yeah ohhhhhh

Fight to stay alive

I was raised out on these mean streets

You know where poverty and hell meet

Brothers get jail and life's for sale cheap

Since momma held me

In her arms to tell me

That it's a cold world

I done held heat

And held myself down

Lotta bodies and shells found

And niggas into taking everything

That ain't nailed down

We fell down ain't hard to tell now

I ain't trying to see the cell now

Or see momma

Put her house up for bail now

So I'mma give all I got

To try and get that gwop

Nigga I'm hot with this hustle

Go 'head and get the cops

I use my talent to get more figures

Unlike these little corner store niggas

Go change your drawers niggas

Now with success and 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 want a clip me

Leave me stiff in ditches

And I can't take it no no

But I'm gonna make it

Yeah I'm gonna make it oooh

I'm gonna make it oooh

Yeah I'm gon' survive

N Y City gritty blocks

Little love plenty cops

Few rise many drop

True Lies semis cocked

Fishscale already rocked

Heavy shots that we drop

New guys on every block

Blue eyes and red dots

Pregnant mothers broke fathers

More money more problems

So hungry won't starve 'em

Work hard and so pardon

I got mouths to feed

I got pounds of weed

I need some more

Another store another house indeed

An X amount of G

The reason pounds'll squeeze

And strip you naked

Basic trying to make it out the P's

Don't ever doubt a G

And have me spaz like

'Face with the K and my nose all powdery

It ain't about the streets

It's 'bout the beast within

That won't give in to 'lice

Down to bleed G

Now with success

And 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 (yeah)

No no but I'm gonna make it

(Yeah yea turn the beat up a little right here)

(Yo yo yo yeah yo just Wu-Tang Wu-Tang)

Yeah I'm gonna make it oooh

Aiyo RZA Meth GZA Deck

Ghost and Chef be cashing checks

Killa Cap be snapping necks

Street and 'Zilla flash the tech

Sacrifice a savage life

If he trying to bag my ice

Tag a price on merchandise

Tell me is it worth ya life

No it's a cold cold cold world

You can't be playing games with my life

I've gotta fight to survive fight to stay alive

Aiyo metal pipes ignite

Sparking fire light the darkness night

Trying to stick me for my riches

Now y'all bitches taking flight

Major business raise the digits

Tried to strike me for my life

Slice and dice men or mice

GZA tell 'em what it's like

(GZA)

Aiyo money making people flaking

Cash Rules fuck the bacon

Earthquaking head is aching

Bank stop dice shaking

Times are hard sew a job

Scheming niggaz wanna rob

Use a hoe to slob ya knob

Hit you with unruly mobs

Stab you in the back and smile

Watch you bleed for a while

Hating on the agile

Steal ya name and bite ya style

Hold you for a ransm note

Goliath cutting David's throat

Grab ya vest

Abandon boat and leave you out at sea to float

Now with success

And I've become a target

They wanna set me up

I guess more money equals more problems

They wanna hit me

Wanna stick me get me for my riches

They wanna diss me

Want clip me leave me stiff in ditches

And I can't take it

No no but I'm gonna make it

Yeah oh I'm gonna make it ooh yeah

It's a cold cold cold world

I got my hand on my gun

They got a brother on the run

Yeah it's a cold cold cold world

You can't be playing games with my life

I've gotta fight to survive fight to stay alive

This ain't a game this is my life

Keep pushing me to the edge

I'm gonna push back

And you won't like that

It's guaranteed you won't like that

When ya laid down laid flat