Lifestyles Of The Rich & Shameless Lyrics - Singles - Lost Boyz

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 thats 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 

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