Lost Boyz
Lost Boyz - Only Live Once (Real) songtekst
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{Mr Cheeks} These muthafuckas made it this way, I show em mine, I knew we down now we was shining also blowing time, Official queens crack stars gettin money rollin trees in the back woods, timberlands, cars, and black hoods, The territories rugged, certain bimbos love it, I fuck wit cats undiscovered keep my demo's covered, We ride around in the streets duckin hits, Money power wit some game kid we fuckin chicks The hard times help me sharpen up We bein watched but still sparkin' up Love it when the day darken up My life is like a movie, big guns and booze play a part I came through to display an art Yo fuck you jealous niggas I take care of fam and i lay low Im livin kid i got the money plus the yayo And hold a heat up on the seat because it's gettin wicked You get your dough I get my dough lets blow so we can kick it (hook x2) You only live once so lets ride Lets take it to the top This one crew you can't stop {izzy dead} Yo is you muthafuckas outta ya mind We them niggas who been holdin it down Half of the reason you live Other 50% of the reason you frown Behind our back you pop shit But when we wavin them thangs you innocent 'cause we in this bitch, raw doggs Is you askin for a new york city war call? We keep it gritty for all o y'all But some you niggas actin like u goin through menapause And that's the second we sendin em off Slay em down, get in them drawers Been put on, wut u tellin me for? Look at em beggin for more Either their yellin or givin applause Picture livin laws when we got x cons on the dance floor Goody niggas playin the war And dime bitches rockin hoodies with razors inside the sports bras We told y'all but ya wasn't tryin to listen tah me (hook) Ever since the day I was born my lifestyle been real Bloody stories on blank paper is what my pen spill My men still, sellin coke, cooked up and powdered out In a big body smoked out, shit is clouded out We official crack stars, bury bodies in back yards You neva touch nothin Sayin you blast niggas and clap cars I get a back massage from a bad european And switch my bird every season And I'm rollin up my treason But my question is, give me one reason to let you live But you good at talkin your way outta shit i bet you is So i sex ur wiz, kill u and leave ya wife left with kids Ghetto black widow What nigga, my mac glitto Attack ya hitto It's like pimp talk wit a limp walk And crazy dough is what I'm in for Somethin you bent off, but couldn't touch Scream you got guns but wouldn't bust Never fuck wit niggas out a my circle I don't trust (hook)