Nightshift Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Inspectah Deck

* appeared on promo (radio) copies of "uncontrolled substance" 

"children grow and women produce, 

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... 

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[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 'cause 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 'cause he moves in cabs 

A veteran in art of drug peddlin 

No one could stop him or knock him 'cause he's headed in 

The direction that gets his click filthy rich 

For gettin paid on the night shift 

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"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 'cause 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)