Quik talking:
 Yeah  ain't nothin' changed  y'all niggas still obvious.
 Yeah  it's for real though hmph
 Rapping:
 Now we don't wanna talk about all the people I'm supportin'
 that's more important to a nigga than them diamonds you sportin'
 Ain't a sell out or a bail out although life is a bitch
 and I'm beginning to think that they don't wanna see Quik rich
 Cause I'm gon' gather up my homiez & put something in they bellies
 ride around the town bumpin' that CD from R.Kelly
 gettin' at them ghetto queens if you know what I mean
 'cause it ain't nothin' like some lovin' dipped in afro sheen
 Break it down with two gates in that burgundy eight
 'cause real riders don't three wheel they just drown on the skate
 Send a care package to my homiez up in Natches
 and shoot a kite 'bout how these suckas keep my Benz up in scratches
 It ain't no puzzle that's to be expected
 sometimes I think they only come around it just to see if I wrecked it
 I feel like hittin' the 101 leavin' town on a bike
 on my way up to the Bay to clear my mind cause it's like...

 Chorus (R.Kelly)
 Everyday is a scuffle
 turnin' them corners to get my hustle
 Every single dollar is a struggle
 that's how it is comin' up in the ghetto

 Maus-Berg:
 Now I don' been through it all pushin' work on the boulevard
 runnin' from the 5-0 in somebody else car
 Ghetto dreams so it seems to be easy
 think about my life & I get queasy
 Pumpin' the pimp knowin' it ain't helpin' me
 but the ghetto got me trapped thinkin' this is how it's s'posed to be
 a cold thang when you knowin' yo' gang ain't got yo' back
 but you still put yo' life on the line for no snaps.



 R.Kelly:
 This ghetto world is one big battlefield
 that's why we get rich and move to them hills
 Everywhere we go the haters tag along
 but don't let that stop you get yo' hustle on

 Maus-Berg:
 But dog you gotta do yo' thang get yo' grind on
 eliminate the fake & keep yo' game strong
 Don't let the streets be yo' downfall
 Keep it real with yo'self & you gon' rise 'til you ball dog

 Chorus

 Quik:
 It's gettin' down to ground level but tryin' to keep time
 'cause my hustle & my tustle is my beats & my rhymes
 and I'm lovin' this collabo' 'cause Rock Land is saucy
 and Quik is trying to get Versace staying flossy wit Mausy
 But the...

 Maus-Berg:
 ...drama don't stop but you can make it better
 don't point your finger at the next man get yo' cheddar
 Lifestyles of a thug ebonic definition dog nothin' but love
 but we gon' ride to 'til we can't ride no mo'
 Pop a bottle a pair of D's and let the wind blow
 When you get it appreciate it 'cause those who ain't got it gon' hate
 every dime is a struggle so I'ma suffer everyday

 Quik:
 Now my conscience got me wonderin' do I be in the flow
 and this sucka's got me wonderin' if he friend or foe
 Now do I sin to grow, knowin' there's consequences
 and I'm tired of gettin' bent 'cause it's dullin' my senses

 Chorus 'til end