Lost Boyz - Only Live Once Lyrics
(cheeks)These motha*****as made it this wayI show em mine? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?Official queens crack stars gettin moneyRollin trees in the backwoodsTimberlands, ? ? ? , black hoodsThe territories rugged, certain bimbos love itI ***** wit cats ? ? ?Keep my timbos coveredWe ride around in the streets, kid we duckin knicksMoney power wit some game, kid we *****in chicksThe hard times help me sharpen upWe be in watts, but still be sparkin upLove it when the day darken upMy life is like a movie, big guns and booze play a partI came through to display an artYo, ***** you jealous niggasI take care a fam and I lay lowIm livin kid, I got the money plus the yayoAnd hold a heat up on the seat because its gettin wickedYou get yo dough, I get my doughLets blow so we can kick it(hook - mr. hezekiah) 2xYou only live once so lets rideLets take it to the topThis one crew you cant stop(street connect)Yo is you motha*****as out a yo mind?We them niggas that be holdin it downHalf of the reason you liveOther fifty percent of the reason you frownBehind the back you pop shitBut when we be wavin them thangs you innocentCause we in this *****, raw dogsIs you askin for a new york city war call?We keep it gritty for all a yallBut some you niggas act like you goin through menopauseAnd thats the second we send em to morguesSlay em down, get in them drawersBeen put on, what you tellin me for?Look at em beggin for moreEither they yellin or givin applausePicture livin laws while we got x-cons on the dance floorGoody niggas playin the wallAnd ? ? ? *****es rockin hoodies wit razors inside the sports braWe told yall but ya wasnt tryna listen to us(hook)(izzy dead)Ever since the day I was born my lifestyle been realBloody stories on blank paper is what my pen spillMy men still, sellin coke, cooked up and powdered outIn a big body smoked out, shit is clouded outWe official crack stars, bury bodies in back yardsYou neva touch nothinSayin you blast niggas and clap carsI get a back massage from a bad europeanAnd switch my bird every seasonAnd Im rollin up my treasonBut my question is, give me one reason to let you liveBut you good at talkin ya way out a shit, I be you isSo I sex ya wiz, kill you, and leave ya wife left wit kidsGhetto black widowWhat nigga, my mac glittoAttack ya hittoIts like pimp talk wit a limp walkAnd crazy dough is what Im in forSomethin you bent off, but couldnt touchScream you got guns but wouldnt bustNever ***** wit niggas out a my circle I dont trust(hook)
