Lost Boyz - Only Live Once (Real) текст песни

{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 its 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 cant 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

cuz 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 thats 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 wasnt 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 Im 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

Its like pimp talk wit a limp walk

And crazy dough is what Im in for

Somethin you bent off, but couldnt touch

Scream you got guns but wouldnt bust

Never fuck wit niggas out a my circle I dont trust

(hook)