* 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...      [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      "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)