Lost Boyz - Lifestyles Of The Rich And Shameless

Take a trip into my set
How much you wanna make a bet
my peoples struggle for the shit they get
They steady fuckin' with theses coppers and their scams
Me and my man are power moving caravans
It's hectic coming up in the gutter
When they say they have no work they make you
hustle for you bread and butter
And everybody's ill
I know kids around my way who get a thrill from seeing blood spill
Now who's the one to blame my friend
For bringing guns into the states and knockin' down my men
And keeping them inside the pen until they figure out when
To let my people on the street until they frame 'em again
Now listen, there's no way to escape
I got the test to show the well now you're just what it takes
Mr. Cheeks and LB fam illegal drug thugs kid
The game was hotter than a flame so out the game I slid

Lifestyles of the rich
see some die nameless all the same game it's
time to move a muscle, see the
year's nine-five everybody's gotta hustle.

This nigga Jack he owns the block
Not an ordinary thug around the way or in the drug spot
He drives a black Mercedes-Benz
Be in the bar with the local drug stars and his lady friends
Now understand he's getting cheese
His life is all about rollin' dice with G's getting nice flipping keys
That's some way to live
I guess somebody's gotta do the taking if nobody wants to give
Making moves with his peeps outta town
Shorty with the work, his man got the four-pound
He's getting bigger than his jeans
Setting up niggaz for cream, beatin' down crack fiends
Lickin' shots at the jam
Coming up with ill scams, faking jacks on his man
Now how long will tha