Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lost Boyz
Lost Boyz
Performer
Mr. Sexxx
Mr. Sexxx
Remixer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrance Kelly
Terrance Kelly
Composer
Raymond Rogers
Raymond Rogers
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mr. Sexxx
Mr. Sexxx
Producer
Chris Barnett
Chris Barnett
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Intro:
Everybody's buckin, don't give it a damn
Everbody...everbody(echo)
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 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
She stays on the Isle
He started slingin at the age of 17
His hearts 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 origination organize on the block
Nobody's slingin on the block
Eh yo we got this block on lock
And it's the....
Lifestyles of the rich & 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 peeps down on Guy 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
Bring me the chorus
Pass me the weed
I used to hustle up on Linden in the van
Me and my man did that thing hand in hand
20 bills up
But verse it
Time to rap but the fiends kept comin' 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'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 an..
Written by: Raymond Rogers, Terrance Kelly
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