Inspectah Deck
Uncontrolled Substance
Night Shift
MATT WILSON

A big time slanger named Ty from Bed Stuy,
Had all the drug blocks locked on the west side,
Nickels and dimes sellin' drugs of all kind,
But never seem on the streets in the daytime,
When it gets dark and the clock strikes six,
If you standin' on the block you gotta face the click,
Prepare to be stuck young buck- you wanna gamble?
Got to pay dues if you plan to scramble,
Ty had spots, glocks, knots,
And a rep- for blowin' away problem cops,
He had a piece named Elise- she was no joke,
Quick to wet a nigga who tried to cut throat,
But yo- Ty was no new jack- he knew that,
He was marked for death cause niggas had contracts,
He had mad oozies in his crib,
He payed 300 g's in the boondocks in Jersey,
And at his lab was the 98 Lex with the rag,
He never drove cause he moved in cabs,
A veteran- in the 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,
From gettin' payed on the Night Shift...

VERSE II

On the shadowy midtown streets stands a hooker,
Crafty ass ho by the name of brown sugar,
Large as a blimp- mad mints- wearin' garments like mink coats,
Cause she cut a pimp's throat,
The ordinary prostitute- she got the power U,
Got niggas comin' back spendin' mad loot,
Her style's wild with the blade in her purse,
Slice you 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 fit the price,
Yo- she didn't need no man- she had the upper hand,
Walkin' around with grands wrapped in rubberbands,
For real- she was colder than blue steel,
Militant bitch with a switch and high heels,
Daylight strikes- and yo the ho was out of sight quick,
And at night she's back on the strip,
For the Night Shift...

VERSE III

Yo- a kid named Keith- he's a professional car thief,
Cops give him props- his pops is a police chief,
Model citizen- no jail convictions,
Night time flippin' on a stolen car mission,
Roll up in a parking lot- find a dark spot,
Grab the screw driver- pop the car lock,
One hand pose layin' low by the windows,
Time to get the doe before the chop shop close,
No Acs, no Maxs, no Jeeps and Jettas,
Benzes, Lexes, 50 grand and better,
Tenants organize to stop his bull,
But he gots to pull- get paid and make a pocket full,
Early a.m.- he's at it again,
Pop the trunk- snip the alarm and make 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...