[ VERSE 1: Bret E.B. ]  Saw the homeboys from the days of delirium  '89 Benzes, guess who's steerin em?  Hop into the ride, cold coolin with the crew  They're puffin on the cheeba and guzzlin the brew  Doin 120 in the car lane  Girl in every lap, cause that's the name of the game  Destination - come on, you know where we're goin  Don't get the wrong idea, nobody's gigolo'in  We arrived, but what we did I cannot tell  Couldn't play it on the air, cause it's kinky as hell  When the boys come together, we do the wild thing  Birds and bees, birds sing as the bees sting  Screams of passion, voice is goin hoarse  Right in that butt with crazy force  In the morning take a shower, kiss the girl on the cheek  Slam the door shut as I enter the streets  That's how I'm livin    Yo, that's how I'm livin    [ VERSE 2: Bret E.B. ]  Always on the move since the age of the child  To keep my blood pumpin I live the wildstyle  Live, love and laugh from dawn to dust  Every day is a new day, to conquer is a must  Ask me any questions and I take the fifth  Not sayin where we been, or who we're hangin with  My posse's lurkin in the heat of the night  Look into the eyes and you never see fright  Treated like superstars, lifestyle bizarre  Ridin limos, and never drive a car  Ate seafood, hate burgers and fries  Then we trick a little, but I never tell lies  Wake up a 12 and hit the studio  Later on tonight we'll be filmin the video  Pick up a check at the end of the day  And then I scoop up a lady, cause a man gotta play  That's how I'm livin    Yo Muggs  Tell these muthafuckas how we're livin  ( *Grandmixer Muggs cutting* )    For all the niggas chill in the east, you know what I'm sayin?    Brooklyn in effect    [ VERSE 3: Bret E.B. ]  Like The Enforcer named Frank Nitty  See the 3 on the marquee, cause we belong to the city  Caviar dreams, champagne wishes  Makin love to high class bitches  Take you how you want it, cause we are what we are  Makin millions, but on the faces no scars  You're rollin with a posse, they seem to make you bolder  Talkin mess lookin over your shoulder  Don't worry 'bout a thing, you won't get snuffed  We pull a one-on-one and you get bumrushed  See, I live on the street, never carry a nine  Hit your heart and leave you staggerin like moonshine  Get ill as shit, shootin celo  Got so much money, think I'm sellin by the kilo  I ain't with it, everybody sells drugs  Left it in the past, we're educated thugs  Young (young) with an innocent look  Look at the cover, but never judge a book  Just 3, we don't gangbang  Flip your heads and make your bells ring  So yo, Muggs, tell em what we're givin  Cause this shit is over, man, cause this is how I'm livin