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

 Chorus: 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 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
 Shorty's on some wild shit
 Getting niggaz for their chips on some pretty girl smile shit
 Her downfall was getting nice
 I heard that crime don't pay but somebody has to pay the price
 So who's the one to lose
 Baby girl OD'ed over caine when she blew a fuse
 You're '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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