Wu-Tang Clan, Gerald Alston - Stick Me for My Riches lyrics

Ooh-wee mm, mm-mm-mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Yeah, ah, ah

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 gotta 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 players
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 ooh, ooh, ooh
They wanna cut me up in pieces
Leave me deep in ditches yeah, ah
And I can't take it (Mm, mm-mm, mm)
But I'm gonna make it (yeah) ohhh, oh oh oh
Fight to stay alive

I was raised out on these mean s-streets
You know, where poverty and hell meet
Brothers get jail, and life's for sale, cheap
Since Mama held me in her arms
To tell me that it's a cold world
I done held heat and held myself down
Lot of 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 guap
Nigga, I'm hot with this hustle go
'head and get the cops
I use my talent to get more figures
Unlike these lil' cornerstore niggas
Go change your drawers, niggas

Now, with success, and I've become a target
They wanna set me up, take me hostage
(Mm, yeah) 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
This ain't no game my life
Ain't nothing to play with
No, no, but I'm gonna make it
Face it: Money is power, and I'ma make it
Make it yeah, ha! I'm gonna make it, ooh ooh
Yeah, we gon' survive, yo yeah, okay

In my 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's:
The reason pounds'll squeeze
And strip you naked, basic
Tryna make it out the P's
Don't ever doubt a G, and have me spazz 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
And see

Now with success and I've become a target
They wanna set me up, take me hostage
(Mm, yeah) 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 (yeah)
No, no, but I'm gonna make it yeah, yeah
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

A yo, RZA, Meth, GZA
Deck Ghost and Chef be cashing checks
Killa Cap be snapping necks Street
And 'Zilla flash the Tec
Sacrifice a savage life if he
Tryna bag my ice
Tag a price on merchandise tell me
Is it worth ya 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

A yo, 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 digit's
Tried to strike me for my life
Slice and dice, men or mice
GZA tell 'em what it's like

A yo, money making, people
Flaking, Cash Rules, fuck the bacon
Earth's quaking, head is aching, bank stop
Dice shaking times are hard, so are jobs
Scheming niggas 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

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

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