Stick Me for My Riches Wu-Tang Clan (Ft. Gerald Alston)

[Intro: Gerald Alston]
Ooh-wee
Mm, mm-mm-mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Yeah, ah, ah

[Verse 1: Gerald Alston]
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

[Hook: Gerald Alston]
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