Stick Me for My Riches

Singing: Gerald Alston

See I was raised up on these mean streets
Im from the projects,right where poverty and hell meets
Im searchin every day to find a better way,I gotta
Hustle,steal to get my pay before I hit bottom
Now some might say I'm already there
But who are they to judge or question what I do so I dont care
Tired of eatin cheese sandwiches with no meat
Tired of watchin all the playas from the same street
So its a life of crime,some might sing a rhyme
To escape the ghetto before the flatline
Choices to make,what am I gonna do
Gotta use my talents that gonna put me through

Hook: Gerald Alston

Now with success I've become a target
They wanna set me up,I guess mo money equals more problems
They wanna get me,wanna hit me,strip me of my riches
They want to cut me up in pieces,leave me deep in ditches
And I cant take it,but I'm gonna make it
(Fading as Meth's verse starts : Fight to stay alive)

Verse 1: Method Man

I was raised on these meen streets
You know,where poverty and hell meet
Brothers get jelly,lifes for sale cheap
Since my momma held me in her arms to tell me
That its a cold world I dun held heat
And held myself down,lots of bodies and shells found
And niggas takin anything that aint nailed down
We fell down,aint hard to tell now
I aint tryin ta see the cell now
Or see momma put the house up for sale now
So Ima give all I got,to try and get that guap
Nigga,Im hot with this hustle,go ahead and get the cops
I used my talent to get more fickis
Unlike these little cornerstore niggas
Go change your drawers niggas

Hook: Method Man,Gerald Alston

Now with success 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
And I cant take it,but I'm gonna make it

Verse 2: Inspectah Deck