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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  More Lost Boyz Song Lyrics
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