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Wu-Tang Clan
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They Want To Stick Me For My Riches
Wu-Tang Clan Feat. Gerald Alston
作词:Ronald Maurice Bean, Robert F Diggs, Gary Grice, Jason Hunter, Clifford Smith
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, 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'ma give all I got to try and get that gwop Nigga I'm hot with this hustle, go 'head and get the cops I used my talent to get more figures Unlike these little corner store 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, no, no (This ain't no game, my life ain't nothing to play with) But I'm gonna make it, yeah (Face it, money is power and I'ma make it) I'm gonna make it, ooh yeah, yeah, ok
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's deed An X amount of G, the reason pounds'll squeeze 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 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 see
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, no, no (Yeah) But I'm gonna make it (Yeah, yeah, turn the beat up a little right here) Yeah (Yo, yo) I'm gonna make it, ooh (Yeah, yo, just Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
Aiyyo, 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 your 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
Aiyyo, 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
Aiyyo, 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 your knob, hit you with unruly mobs
Stab you in the back and smile, watch you bleed for a while Hating on the agile, steal your name and bite your style Hold you for a ransom note, Goliath cutting David's throat Grab your vest, abandon boat and leave you out at sea to float
Now with success 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, wanna 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, 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 you're laid down, laid flat
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