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- Wu-Tang Clan f/ Gerald Alston - Stick Me for My Riches Lyrics
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- [Intro: Gerald Alston]
- Ooh-wee... mmmmmmmm, yeah...
- [Gerald Alston]
- 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
- [Chorus: Gerald Alston]
- 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
- [Hook: Gerald Alston]
- 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
- [Method Man]
- 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
- [Chorus: Method Man & Gerald Alston]
- 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
- [Hook: Gerald Alston] + (Method Man)
- And I can't take it, no, no, but I'm gonna make it...
- (This ain't no game, my life ain't nothing to play with)
- Yeah... I'm gonna make it... oooh...
- (Face it, money is power and I'ma make it)
- I'm gonna make it... oooh...
- [Inspectah Deck]
- Yeah, I'm gon' survive, yo, yo, aiyo
- 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
- [Chorus: Inspectah Deck & Gerald Alston]
- 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
- [Hook: Gerald Alston] + (RZA)
- 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)
- Yeah... I'm gonna make it... oooh...
- (Yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo, just, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
- [RZA]
- 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?
- [Gerald Alston]
- 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
- [RZA]
- 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 ransom note, Goliath cutting David's throat
- Grab ya vest, abandon boat and leave you out at sea to float
- [Chorus: GZA & Gerald Alston]
- 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
- [Gerald Alston]
- 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...
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