Stick Me For My Riches

[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... --- Stick Me for My Riches - Gerald Alston and Wu-Tang Clan