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 nigga who tryin to cut throat
 But, yo, Ty was no new Jack, he knew that
 he was marked for death cuz niggaz 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 cuz he moves in cabs
 A veteran in art of drug peddlin
 No one could stop him or knock him cuz 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-ass hoe by the name of brown sugar
 Large as a blimp, mad miss wearin garments
 like mink coats cuz she cut her pimp's throat
 The ordinary prostitute, she got the Power U
 made niggaz 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 sex 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 bitch 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