Nightshift Lyrics

Nightshift lyrics

"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...

[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)