Quik talking:
Yeah, ain`t nothin` changed, y`all niggas still obvious.
Yeah, it`s for real though hmph
Rapping:
Now we don`t wanna talk about all the people I`m supportin`
that`s more important to a nigga than them diamonds you sportin`
Ain`t a sell-out or a bail-out although life is a bitch
and I`m beginning to think that they don`t wanna see Quik rich
Cause I`m gon` gather up my homiez & put something in they bellies
ride around the town bumpin` that CD from R.Kelly
gettin` at them ghetto queens if you know what I mean
`cause it ain`t nothin` like some lovin` dipped in afro sheen
Break it down with two gates in that burgundy eight
`cause real riders don`t three wheel they just drown on the skate
Send a care package to my homiez up in Natches
and shoot a kite `bout how these suckas keep my Benz up in scratches
It ain`t no puzzle that`s to be expected
sometimes I think they only come around it just to see if I wrecked it
I feel like hittin` the 101 leavin` town on a bike
on my way up to the Bay to clear my mind cause it`s like...
Chorus (R.Kelly)
Everyday is a scuffle
turnin` them corners to get my hustle
Every single dollar is a struggle
that`s how it is comin` up in the ghetto
Maus-Berg:
Now I don` been through it all pushin` work on the boulevard
runnin` from the 5-0 in somebody else car
Ghetto dreams so it seems to be easy
think about my life & I get queasy
Pumpin` the pimp knowin` it ain`t helpin` me
but the ghetto got me trapped thinkin` this is how it`s s`posed to be
a cold thang when you knowin` yo` gang ain`t got yo` back
but you still put yo` life on the line for no snaps.
R.Kelly:
This ghetto world is one big battlefield
that`s why we get rich and move to them hills
Everywhere we go the haters tag along
but don`t let that stop you get yo` hustle on
Maus-Berg:
But dog you gotta do yo` thang get yo` grind on
eliminate the fake & keep yo` game strong
Don`t let the streets be yo` downfall
Keep it real with yo`self & you gon` rise `til you ball dog
Chorus
Quik:
It`s gettin` down to ground level but tryin` to keep time
`cause my hustle & my tustle is my beats & my rhymes
and I`m lovin` this collabo` `cause Rock Land is saucy
and Quik is trying to get Versace staying flossy wit Mausy
But the...
Maus-Berg:
...drama don`t stop but you can make it better
don`t point your finger at the next man get yo` cheddar
Lifestyles of a thug ebonic definition dog nothin` but love
but we gon` ride to `til we can`t ride no mo`
Pop a bottle a pair of D`s and let the wind blow
When you get it appreciate it `cause those who ain`t got it gon` hate
every dime is a struggle so I`ma suffer everyday
Quik:
Now my conscience got me wonderin` do I be in the flow
and this sucka`s got me wonderin` if he friend or foe
Now do I sin to grow, knowin` there`s consequences
and I`m tired of gettin` bent `cause it`s dullin` my senses
Chorus `til end
