Lost Boyz - Lifestyles of The Rich Shameless Lyrics

Verse one:



Take a trip into my set

How much you wanna make a bet

My peoples struggle for the shit they get

They steady f*ckin with theses coppers and their scams

Me and my man are power moving caravans

Its hectic coming up in the gutter

When they say they have no work they make you

Hustle for you bread and butter

And everybodys ill

I know kids around my way who get a thrill from seeing blood spill

Now whos 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, theres no way to escape

I got the test to show the well now youre 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



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See some die nameless all the same game its

Time to move a muscle, see the

Years nine-five everybodys 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 hes getting cheese

His life is all about rollin dice with gs getting nice flipping keys

Thats some way to live

I guess somebodys 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

Hes 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 that last

Until his time runs out and someone gets up in his ass



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This chick yvette was getting cash

She had this block up in the smash, her lifestyle was living fast

Cocaine, champagne always pop [pop pop]

Her and her friends making ends hoe hopping

Licking shots down with undercover cops

Getting paid helping cops raid drug spots

Shortys on some wild shit

Getting niggaz for their chips on some pretty girl smile shit

Her downfall was getting nice

I heard that crime dont pay but somebody has to pay the price

So whos the one to lose

Baby girl oded over caine when she blew a fuse

Youre bout to hold your guns and your vest

Budda, cess, may your soul rest

Some you win some you lose

But that all goes along with the lifestyle that you choose



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