Lost Boyz - Lifestyles Of The Rich & Shameless Lyrics
Verse one:Take a trip into my setHow much you wanna make a betMy peoples struggle for the shit they getThey steady *****in with theses coppers and their scamsMe and my man are power moving caravansIts hectic coming up in the gutterWhen they say they have no work they make youHustle for you bread and butterAnd everybodys illI know kids around my way who get a thrill from seeing blood spillNow whos the one to blame my friendFor bringing guns into the states and knockin down my menAnd keeping them inside the pen until they figure out whenTo let my people on the street until they frame em againNow listen, theres no way to escapeI got the test to show the well now youre just what it takesMr. cheeks and lb fam illegal drug thugs kidThe game was hotter than a flame so out the game I slidChorus: lifestyles of the richSee some die nameless all the same game itsTime to move a muscle, see theYears nine-five everybodys gotta hustle.This nigga jack he owns the blockNot an ordinary thug around the way or in the drug spotHe drives a black mercedes-benzBe in the bar with the local drug stars and his lady friendsNow understand hes getting cheeseHis life is all about rollin dice with gs getting nice flipping keysThats some way to liveI guess somebodys gotta do the taking if nobody wants to giveMaking moves with his peeps outta townShorty with the work, his man got the four-poundHes getting bigger than his jeansSetting up niggaz for cream, beatin down crack fiendsLickin shots at the jamComing up with ill scams, faking jacks on his manNow how long will that lastUntil his time runs out and someone gets up in his assChorusThis chick yvette was getting cashShe had this block up in the smash, her lifestyle was living fastCocaine, champagne always pop [pop pop]Her and her friends making ends hoe hoppingLicking shots down with undercover copsGetting paid helping cops raid drug spotsShortys on some wild shitGetting niggaz for their chips on some pretty girl smile shitHer downfall was getting niceI heard that crime dont pay but somebody has to pay the priceSo whos the one to loseBaby girl oded over caine when she blew a fuseYoure bout to hold your guns and your vestBudda, cess, may your soul restSome you win some you loseBut that all goes along with the lifestyle that you chooseChorus
