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1. _ Renee
renee
Verse one:
Here's a tune about this honey named renee
That i met one day
On my way back from john jay
I'm peepin' shorty as she's walking to the train
I tap her on her shoulders
Excuse me miss, but can i get your name
She said my name is renee
I said i got a whole lot to say
So may i walk you to your subway
She said if you want
So yo, we started talking
I brought two franks and two drinks
And we began walking
I had to see where that head was at
Because the gear was mad phat
So we must chat about this and that
She told me what she was in school for
She wants to be a lawyer
In other words shorty studies law
I'm telling shorty i'm a writer
And as she's looking for the token
She drops a package of the ez rider
Covers her mouth with her name ring
I said, yo don't sweat the technique shorty rocks
I do the same thing
But yet i use philly blunts
She said i never dealt with philly blunts
Because i heard that's for silly stunts
I said, nah they burn slower
Right now i really don't know ya
But maybe later on i can get to show ya
Chorus:
A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day i wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty, shorty(x2)
Verse two:
So now we sittin' on the train
Besides the fingernails
Now shorty got the hairdo of pain
Now i understand she got flava
A tough leather jacket,with some jeans and a chain that her moms gave her
Got off the train about 6:34
She wasn't sure she had grub for the dog so we hit the store
Went to the crib
And turned the lights on
A mad magazine stand
From essence to right on
A leather couch
Stero system with crazy cd's
Understand cause she got cheese
She said cheeks do what you want
She said i'm gonna feed the dog
I said alright well i'm gonna roll this blunt
She came back with stretch pants and a ponytail, a t-shirt
A yo, fam i got a tender-roni girl
We're sitting on the couch chattin
We're smoking blunts off the balcony
We're stearing at manhattan now
She started feeling on my chest
I started feeling on the breasts
And there's no need for me to stress the rest
A yo, i got myself a winner
We sparked a blunt before we ate
And a blunt after we ate dinner
She had a tattoo she only wanted bo to see
But first dim the lights and turn up the jodeci
I'm like whatever shorty rock
We can swing it like that
Cause on the real this is where it's at.
Chorus (2x)
Verse three:
I woke up the next day on the waterbed
A letter's on the pillow eh
And this what the letter said
It said cheeks, i'll be home around two
You was deep in your sleep
So i didn't want to bother you
I left my number for shorty to call me later
Got dressed
Smoked a blunt
And then i bounced towards the elevator
I got a beep around three
I'm asking shorty what's up with you
She's asking what's up with me
And now we been together for weeks
Candlelight dinner with my shorty
Crack a 40 with my naughty freaks
Hey man, i never been in love
But everytime i'm burstin' in and outta state
It's shorty that i'm thinking of
I'm hanging out with my crew
I get a beep from renee
Because renee uses code too
But yet i'm chattin' with her mom dukes
She said renee has been shot
So cheeks, meet me up at st. lukes
I jumps on the van wyck
I gotta make it there quick
A yo , this shit is gettin' mad thick
Not even thinking about the po nine
I'm doing a buck, who gives a fuck
I'm smokin' boom and the whole nine
I gotta see what's going on
But by the time i reach the hospital
They tell me mr. cheeks
Renee is gone
I'm pouring beer out for my shorty who ain't here
I'm from the ghetto
So listen
This is how i shed my tears
Chorus (2x)
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2. _ Intro
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3. _ Channel Zero
Intro:
Ayo, yea niggas
I'm talkin to all y'all hard rock niggas
Let y'all niggas know that i understand
What niggas is really goin through ya understand?
Motherfuckin down to they last cent
Smoke the looseys
Thinkin up shit to do, doin stick ups and shit
Bustin at niggas, murderin niggas
Gettin bullshit ass money
What if that was your breed was you murderin clown?
It's wack
Shout out to grandpa, you know what i'm sayin
Shout out to grandpa kelly
My man ralou's brother little deven
Ya know i'm sayin, freaky taliq's moms, rest in peace
Know i'm sayin
Everybody wanna live the ill life, know i'm sayin
But yo we tryin ta live it like love, peace and nappiness
You know i'm sayin, word up
Verse 1
I'm growing up in the ghetto
And there was nobody happy
And my head is mad nappy and
I'm thinkin up a way that i can get some dough
Man i'm tryin ta blow
But yet this record shit is so slow
I got the whole family on my back
All i do is eat and sleep
Run the street with that steel pack
You know the lost boyz got
With timbs and jeans
Field jackets, and hats coverin the eyes
But listen, that's how it is
If you don't dig how i live
Motherfucka (???)
Cuz everyday on the street
The black man is gettin beat
Police line us up on the concrete
Now people look at me
And always see wrong
A new problem everyday
I'm tryin ta be strong
Now how strong can a nigga be
When the blacks is locked down
And the white man's got the key
It's gettin harder day after day
Somebody got ta pay
And in my closet lays an ak
The new (???) is found dead
Plus when he killed the girl
He put the gun to his own head
Ya never hear it on the 6:00 news
When my niggas get killed in the street over tennis shoes
It's hard enough for us blacks to earn cash man
The homeless keep warm by settin fire to a trash can
Now everyday i need ends
New (???) my nigga weed
St. ides is my best friend
Pa's is broke
No calls comin in on my phone
And money i'm down to my last stone
My mom dukes is always bangin on my door
My music's too loud
I got clothes on the floor (pick em up)
She doesn't understand
I'm cruisin in the fast lane
I'm fresh outta nerves
Ma, you're workin on my last vein
Now how can i explain
That i don't wanna take her out
But that's stuck in my brain
We're havin fight after fight
Because i leave when it's bright
And comes home the next night
But that's the life that i live understands me
It's bad enough that po-nine tried ta can me
Ayo my lifestyle is rough
I got three sisters, four brothers
Man, ain't this enough?
But yet i gots no hero
But i got the 411 on the ghetto
Tune into channel zero
Tune into channel zero
Tune into channel zero
Chorus:
Everybody in the world
Everybody uptown
Everybody in queens
Tune into channel zero
Everybody in brooklyn
Everybody in the bronx
Everybody in the world
Tune into channel zero
Verse 2:
I live in queens, new york (what you do?)
I twist a cap with my niggas
Smoke a blunt let's start to talk
About this ill situation
That us blacks is in
It's time we build a better nation
Motherfuck them police
Some whites talk about peace
(?????)
But they ain't ready for the planet
Marky mark be talkin that slang
But he don't even understand it
Yea i said marky mark
Frontin like the buddarist punk
I never saw you in the park
You give it all to your bullshit skills g
A white boy actin black, that shit kills me
Pants hangin, talkin slang kid and all that
I never seen you in the projects or black
Ya never wons no grammy
Ya whites gave elvis a stamp
But what ya plan ta give my man sammy?
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4. _ The Yearn
Intro:
[whistling]
Shorty!! shorty!!
Shorty c'mere baby girl! (i like what i see)
This go out to erybody man, a little station identification
And we call this one for all y'all, who be going to buy...
Chorus:
The cheebas, them liquors
The condoms, hit the ass
It's the cheebas, the liquors
The condoms, that ass
Verse one: mr. cheeks
Now now now
Met this girl, just the other day
When i was up, on rockaway
She was in kennedy fried (word em up)
A little kill's breast, and i said, "excuse me miss...
Maybe we can go and jus chat." "about what?"
"about, about this about that."
I bet i put somethin in yo mind
To make you heel it up bring it back come rewind
Now i'm, just a rap artist
Not sayin that i'm the best not the smartest but
But i come up wit things ya never seen
Things you never heard of like money and the murder like
Next thing you know we in the rest
Drinkin liqour, puffin on the buddha sess
I threw on me a rough rider
I slid inside her
Chorus:
Wit my cheebas, my liquors
My condoms, hit the ass
I had the cheebas, them liquors
The condoms, hit the ass
We had the cheebas, the liquors
The condoms, hit the ass
We had the cheeba, the liquor
The condom, the ass!!
Verse two: freaky tah
Don't be fuckin wit my shorty, sippin on her forty
Or puffin on her blunt, cuz she's no fuckin stunt
True to the game, goes to school for her edu-ma-cation
While i bounce around the nation
From nation and back to new york
I twist the cap, pop the cork
And take a long walk to the court
Buddha, i spark chill wit my crew
Who it be mr. cheeks when i sip my nigga brew
And get in, you gets the fan understand
Bouncin, we gets to buzzin forty ouncin
Hit virginia, i get the shorty-shorty
Hippin on the forty on the corner wanna bone
In home or out on my own
I get whatever hit her, and then get rid of her
After i'm done with it, my man, he wanna get with it
Then he hit it from da back, now my crew wanna hit it
But me freaky tah, trip off and i creep
Niggaz they be buggin, but don't ever peep my style
My crew is buckwild
We been in this game for awhile
Chorus:
Smokin cheebas, the liquors
The condoms, the ass
It's the cheebas, them liquors
The condoms, the ass (repeat 3x)
Verse three: mr. cheeks
Now before you run up in that
Wear your mutha poke-pro-fa-lac
Stick, before you run up in skinz
Before you bone, run your mouth to yo mens
Make sure that you protect yourself
That shows that you respect yourself
Now don't violate your skin and your balls
You'll be making, the phone call
See dr. abraham or them condoms now
You know that you best to be aware
Don't go bustin up and nuttin in
Let a nigga from the lost boyz tell ya somethin
No man know he play he the fuckin game
But aids ain't got no fuckin name
All you chancy niggaz that's playin cute
Don't jump, without a parachute
Verse four: pete rock
Yeah here we go as i shoot from the top of the key
The lost boyz in the house with the capital p
Grab a chair relax and pass the alize
I'ma tell you a little somethin about this chick around my way
She was a dime with a brown skin complexion
She looked so good you'd think you wouldn't need protection
Girlfriend was top choice selection...
...around in every section
They got twisted, she said no condom so he risked it
Caught in the mix and now you sick kid
Word is bond, i thought by now you learned your lesson
Fucking around with no protection
So emphasize this, stressin the point, and analyze this
Don't get caught, with the virus
It's the chocolate boy wonder with the lb fam
Listen up, use your condom when your third leg stand
[chorus fades]
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5. _ Get Up
[mr. cheeks]
I see a whole team of chicks tryin to sit wit us
Drinkin dom, smokin charm, wanna get wit us
Got my, v.i.p. section game locked down
Goin bad for j-bad he just came in town
We lovin tai on the floor, smokin lai wit tips
Ladies in the amazin, cuz we in the mix
All the peeps from my hood,
Wearin timbs and jeans
Lost boyz represent from south jamaica queens
I'm wit my mens spendin ends
Orderin liquors and beers
Aint nuttin new to this
We've been doin this for years
I got my drink on kid, and my cash is right
Shorty aight think im not gettin ass tonite?
And wit malik and melquan, my man hassan
Yo shorty what you wearin is turnin me on
Takin me, makin me wanna bounce wit you
It's alright, we got all night to smoke an ounce or two
[chorus]
Get up and clap yo hands
Come on and clap yo hands
[mr. cheeks]
A few hours in the jam and a fighter
Jeans saggin, timberland tied up
See my old crew from the mystery
Big phil from queensville still gettin cheese
All my peeps from the van gettin nice my man
L.b. style run the while represent my fam
Makin moves makin ho's puffin buddha sacks
Reresentin lost boyz stayibn true to dat
I must bring it to the funk
Cuz the funk is it
Seein shortie on the floor
Tryin to show the skirt
I wanna, run up on her and...
Push up on her and..
Kick some willie bobo and let her know that i want her and
Hit the door, let the ac hit the streets(streets)
Get our beats(beats), gets in between the sheets
Hit the door, for the fam
Back in my ac, im outta town
Chorus
Its mad cars up in front the piece
Shorties bouncin(bounce bounce)
Niggas on the corner, 40 ouncin
Puffin lai, kickin it to shorties passin by
See some be actin ill
And some be actin fly
But inside it's the l.b. slide
Music pumpin smokin skunk
Gettin funkdafied
While ro, pretty lou, j-bowl n bo
We just a fiend in effect
Nigga pop the mo
Backed up by jeff star
Ladies takin flicks
Spigg nice got the flyin wit jamaican chicks
It aint no real ill shit, when l.b.'s in town
(get up, get up, get up)
You know how we get down
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6. _ Da Game
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7. _ All Right
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8. _ Legal Drug Money
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9. _ 1, 2, 3
1.. 2.. 3.. thousand problems
1.. 2.. 3.. thousand problems
(problems, who's got problems
She's got problems, got problems
Three thousand problems, got problems)
It's a cool summer night
My .44's on my waist gotta half a stick of dynamite
Got some beef wit some niggaz across town
Keep my man to the ground
I gotta shut it down, they pull up on my block
I'm in my little brown hooptie
So they guess i want the white rock
They walk close towards my ride
Surprise motherfucker it's a handful of
1.. 2.. 3.. thousand problem
(i got.. problems, three thousand problems)
I put two to his head
I jumped on the southern state then i'm rushin out to hempstead
One down and one to go
I heard the next nigga's on and he's gotten a ball of dough
I kick in the nigga's door
I sat the nigga in the door wit my nickel plated fo'-fo'
And word up that shit is soft
The way this nigga hit the floor when the freaky got raw
Some bitch tried to burst but i shot her in the back
Back! aiyyo money where your stash at?
He took me back inside to this room
Beside the safe full a g's he had mad bags of weeds
1.. 2.. 3.. thousand problems
(problems, i i got problems)
A lot to do
I call up the underground let me speak to that nigga lu
He said, "taliq, whats up my man?"
I got this nigga locked down wit my joint to his gun
And word up he got an mail press
Aiyyo money what's this address?
1245 boulevard queens, and and tell my man they try to caravan
Understand i'm on a mission
And just be nice to pack some extra ammunition
And get some phillies from the store
And park the van on the corner and you're comin through the side door
1.. 2.. 3.. thousand problems
(i got problems, we got problems)
They get robbed they wanna go
Aand we don't want trouble, i told lou to move the chairs
Aiyyo cheeks, help me take this damn bitch down the stairs
I come back up for the session
Money still tied the fuck up confessin
I blow some smoke into his eyes, here nigga
Take two more puff before you die
Yo, i stood up, about-faced him
And yo lost boyz waste him
And yo queens waste him, and yo southside waste him
1..2..3.. thousand problems
(who got problems
Pretty lou and the whole motherfuckin world
I got problems)
It's 3 o'clock in the morn
Shit is on motherfuckers shit is on
Yeah yeah, i gotta get this nigga shawn
I'm drivin in a stolen car wit no motherfuckin plates on
I heard shawn got crazy ends
But before i do this thing i go and pick up my best friends
A forty ounce and lead feels right
I got to see the boy hillside
Understand now he's in court
I roll all my windows down pull my shit on the corner
But i still bein sneaky
(what's your name?) cause i'm freaky taliq, i'm freaky taliq
But right now i got beef wit this nigga named shawn
Shit is on word is bond money is gone
He's wit his bitch in bed (ah ah)
I pull out my .44, and i don't wanna do his head
Cause this shit is too easy (even though)
Even though he can go in one squeeze g, it's it's it's crazy
Mr.b's l-b's, a people.. 1.. 2.. 3.. 3.. thousand problems
1.. 2.. 3.. thousand problems
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10. _ Keep It Real
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11. _ Straight From Da Ghetto
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12. _ Jeeps, Lex Coups, Bimaz And Benz
Lyrics mr. cheeks
()freaky tah
Intro: mr.cheeks
Yeah
Lb fam finally up in this piece
Got my mans that put me on, you know what i'm sayin
Want a shout out to the uptown, know what sayin
Word up
Mca, this is how we do everyday
Me and freaky tah..hah
Pretty lou, my man, spigg nice
We be gettin' down representin
So this is how we go
Let me let you know, how
It be, in da, g-h-e, double t-o
Ryhme name ho
They be runnin' shit down the line
Hey, if you hear a mistake rewind
Verse one:
Whose the best whose the worst in this here rap game
For those who claim to be the best
I tear them out the frame
I'm representin' puttin' queens on the map (you wear)
Double springs, wit some baggy jeans when i rap
Come up with a style to make con-versital
Don't treat me like no lame i've been in this game for awhile
I've seen alot ta come,(come)
I've seen alot a go(go), i've seen alot ta break
I've seen alot to blow, a yo
It's a trip to see a nigga slip
Geta grip nigga, nigga geta grip, geta
You don't even know the half of my crew
To be talking, but you're talking and you act like you knew
Yo set it, you fuckin' crossed the line and hit the border
Lb fam start attacking some attacking outa order
Put on your leather gloves, and hats and get your picture mats
And get the gats just in case you take it to the stacks
Chorus:
Shout out to the jeeps,
It's the lex coups, bimas and the benz(and the benz)
To all my ladies and my men(my men)
To all my peoples in the pen(in the pen)
Keep your head up
And to the hoods(the hood)
East coast, west coast and world wide(world wide)
Ain't nuttin' wrong with puffin' on lai(on lai)
And if you're with me let me hear you say "ri-ght"
Verse two:
Now a ... now... now a dayz
Niggaz frontin' like they ill(like they ill)
Now bustin' caps and got a muthafuckin'
Things to do to show his skill
Recognize, nigga what you frontin' for
I know your style
You neva hit a blunt before
Oh, your just another in the race (man you betta stop)
Fakin' gats, takin' up space
To me your nuttin' but a needle in the hay stack
Listen kid i've been doing this since way back
In the day, ace duce tre, at the best
Up to zimbobwae, hey
Whose the best, i want the best to come test me
So i can release some stress from my chest g
Is you down to go pound for pound,
Toe to toe, blow for blow, round for round
I'm wonderin' cuz i bring the thunder and the rain
Causin' confusion to your brain
Chorus
Verse three:
Keep the shit live for the year nine five
I got more niggaz in my tribe
Than theres beez in the bee hive
Lb fam everyday stay high
Mr. cheeks, everyday high
Consentrate to get my shit straight, make us wait
Before it's too fuckin' late
The lost boyz, yeah that's who i be'z wit,
That's who i runs wit
Who i smoke treez wit
Pack your bags, head outta town,
I'll be back around so be gone before sundown
From jamaica comes a nigga named cheeks,
With techniques of the streets
Over rough neck beats
This room is going bounce about the cheeks cant remember
I'm the muthafucker choppin' crews like a chainsaw
Talk what you what ta
Do what you gotta
Well let me tell you something man you cant do me nadda
Chorus
Outro
Now if you listen to my album, you see we only deal
Wit the real deal street lif
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13. _ Is This Da Part
Intro:
[freaky tah]
Is this, is this, is this, is this, is this
Is this da part
Is this, is this,
Verse 1
[mr.cheeks]
Where you goin? i told you that i was rollin
But you can't wait
You wanna run around ho'in witcha friends
Hay that nigga cheeks aint got no ends
But i can see clearly now
The darkside ends
I remember when we first met
Everything just chill >chill
A nigga from the southside
A shorty from the springfield high >from the springfield
Shorty lookin fly right tah? >woo
I sez hello
But i gets no reply >no reply
Im leanin on the gate i sz hello
She aint talkin
Oh, you a stink bitch well stink bitch you keep walkin >walkin
Oh i aint no bitch
Well now shorty you reply
But couldn't you reply when dem niggas said hi
And tell me...
Chorus
[freaky tah]
Is this da part is this
In my heart is this
Is what we feel is this
Verse 2
[mr.cheeks]
She said well listen
I don't know you from paint
Well if you no bitch
Then why reply if you aint
Cuz see my bobo's mad strong
I never thought twice
That my wife would do wrong
I see her all the time
She's always home when i call her
I feel like a million bucks
Takin flicks at the mall
I had it goin on for a minute
Cuz it only took a minute
For another to run in it
Had the..birds and the bees
Lemonade and iced tea
Man i went all out with ease
She was my main squeeze
Tell me....
Chorus
Verse 3
[mr.cheeks]
Now shorty rock, she had a nigga on lock
Used to bring her friends through
To meet my mans on the block
And everything seemed love love yo
Shorty was the one i was thinkin of so
Whenever i used to listen to rumors
I would hit em till my man pulled me near
Put a bug in my ear
Listen shorty over there
Wit the smile it be foul
Just in a little while
Seen her on the isle
Wit another kid, who just came home from a bid
We grabbed on that ass
All hugged up in front the crib.....
See what im sayin
Bitches dont' appreciate nuthin man
2 dollar bitches wit 3 dollar haircuts yo know...
Chorus
Outro: mr. cheeks
Have you ever me a girlie
That you really did want
Tip up the phillie
Light up the blunt
Time to get puffed, huffed out my man
I bust wit my niggas
Rest in peace to cash
And niggas who pass
I get blast
Up on the block, its 1 o'clock
Runnin wit tah, pretty lou it's the crew
This is how it go
This is how we do
Bounce...
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14. _ Lifestyles Of The Rich And Shameless (rmx)
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
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15. _ Lifestyles Of The Rich And Shameless
>freaky tah
Verses mr. cheeks
Intro:
[freaky tah]
Everybody's buckin, don't give it a damn
Everbody...everbody(echo)
Verse 1
[mr.cheeks]
Straight from cop killer queens
A juvenile named jack >jack
At the age of 17 >uh huh
Yo this kid jack started slingin crack >started slingin crack
He's on the road to riches >riches
Baggin bitches >bitches
He's in clubs takin pitchers
Drink your finger always into sess
His lifestyles buckwild honey child >yeah
Got a shorty named val >val
She stays on the isle >ahhh
He started slingin at the age of 17 >uhh huh
His hearts made of steel >eh yo
Kid his minds full of green >full of green
He got his first ounce
Made a grand 400 >hundred
3 bills to get fresh
He other bills to get blunted >to be blunted
And wit the letter g >g
He bought the letter o >o
Next thing you know man
He's rakin in the dough >rakin in the dough
He put his people down
Cuz say thats only right >aight
For dem to get keys
Dem and dem is mad tight >is mad tight
Set-up organation organize on the block>organize...block
Nobody's slingin on the block
Eh yo we got this block on lock
And it's the.... >huh
Chorus
Lifestyles of the rich & shameless >shameless
Some die wit the name >wit the name
Some die nameless >some die nameless
It's all the same game >it's on
It's all the same pain >it's on
It's all the same pain >it's on
It's all the same game >it's on
Verse 2
The verse 2's
About this girl named yvette >vette
She lived out in queens
Pushed the red corvette >corvette
She's pumpin weight >uh huh
In and outta state >in and outta state
Outta state license plate >eh yo
See her lifestyle is straight weight >hah
She's into lickin shots >yeah
Stickin blocks gotta shorty on the team>uhh huh
Shortie's into pickin locks
Makin g's takin trips cross seas >seas
Just enough to be flashin
Cash they be stashin >hah
She's wit the cats >huh huh
They love packin gats >huh
Bulletproof vest bulletproof baseball hats
Her and the queens stay right gettin high too
Lex, coups and jeeps >ahh
Got beeps can & lai brew >brew
It's all the same shame >huh
Just a diffrent name >huh
Shorty's sniffin cane >huh
Just to maintain >huh
To a nice shorty rock o-d'd >shorty what who o-d's
Bring me the chorus >shoulda chilled
Pass me the weed >i would pass the weed
Chorus
Verse 3
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 >huh
But verse itt
Time to rap but the fiends kept commin back
Im tryin to put my lifestyle in order >aight
The games mad deep
I keep my feet above the water >above the water
Caught a bid got a wife and kid >huh
The name just burned in the flame >huh
So out the game i slid >slid
So now im into makin hits wit my men >huh
I hustle wit my style >huh
Cook up works wit my pen >true
Mr. cheeks represent in the gutter >gutter
Freaky tah gettin lai thats my brudda >thats my brudda
In the game >huh
And hit you in the brain >huh
And if i was cocaine >huh
Believe it im your main >huh
Tally up it's the lost boyz crew an
Freaky tah, spigg nice and pretty lou an..
Chorus/outr
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