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 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      Chorus      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      Chorus