Everybody's buckin', don't give it a damn, everybody's   Everybody's buckin', don't give it a damn, everybody's   Everybody's buckin', don't give it a damn, everybody's   Everybody's buckin', don't give it a damn, everybody's      Straight from cop killer, Queens a juvenile named Jack   At the age of 17, yo this kid Jack started slingin' crack   He's on the road to riches, baggin' bitches   He's in clubs takin' pitchers, drink your finger always into sess      His lifestyles buck wild, honey child   Got a shorty named Val, she stays on the Isle   He started slingin' at the age of 17   His heart's made of steel, kid his minds full of green      He got his first ounce, made a grand 400   3 bills to get fresh, he other bills to get blunted   And wit the letter G, he bought the letter O   Next thing you know man he's rakin' in the dough      He put his people down 'cuz say that?s only right   For dem to get keys dem and dem is mad tight   Set-up organation organize on the block   Nobody's slingin' on the block eeh yo, we got this block on lock      And it's the lifestyles of the rich and shameless   Some die wit the name, some die nameless   It's all the same game, it's all the same pain   It's all the same pain, it's all the same game      Lifestyles of the rich and shameless   Some die wit the name, some die nameless   It's all the same game, it's all the same pain   It's all the same pain, it's all the same game      The verse 2's about this girl named Yvette   She lived out in Queens, pushed the red Corvette   She's pumpin' weight in and outta state   Outta state license plate      See her lifestyle is straight weight   She's into lickin' shots   Stickin' blocks gotta shorty on the team   Shortie's into pickin' locks      Makin' G's takin' trips cross seas   Just enough to be flashin', cash they be stashin'   She's wit the cats, they love packin' gats   Bulletproof vest, bulletproof baseball hats      Her and the queens stay right, gettin' high too   Lex, coups and jeeps, got beeps can and lai brew   It's all the same shame, just a different name   Shorty's sniffin' cane, just to maintain'      To a nice shorty, rock O-D'd   (Shorty, what, who, O-D's )   Bring me the chorus   (Shoulda chilled)   Pass me the weed sista   (I would pass the weed)      The lifestyles of the rich and shameless   Some die wit the name, some die nameless   It's all the same game, it's all the same pain   It's all the same pain, it's all the same game      The lifestyles of the rich and shameless   Some die wit the name, some die nameless   It's all the same game, it's all the same pain   It's all the same pain, it's all the same game      I used to hustle up on Linden in the van   Me and my man did that thing hand in hand   20 bills up, huh, plus a buck 20 sac but verse it   Time to rap but the fiends kept commin' back      I'm tryin' to put my lifestyle in order   The games mad deep, I keep my feet above the water   Caught a bid got a wife and kid   The name just burned in the flame, so out the game I slid      So now I'm into makin' hits wit my men   I hustle wit my style, cook up works wit my pen   Mr. Cheeks represent in the gutter   Freaky Tah, gettin' lai that C's my brudda      In the game and hit you in the brain   And if I was cocaine believe it I'm your main   Tally up it's the Lost Boyz crew an   Freaky Tah, Spigg Nice and Pretty Lou      And it's the lifestyles of the rich and shameless   Some die wit the name, some die nameless   It's all the same game, it's all the same pain   It's all the same pain, it's all the same game      The lifestyles of the rich and shameless   Some die wit the name, some die nameless   It's all the same game, it's all the same pain   It's all the same pain, it's all the same game      Lifestyles of the rich and shameless   Some die wit the name, some die nameless   It's all the same game, it's all the same pain   It's all the same pain, it's all the same game   ...