One Life 2 Live (feat. DJ Paul & Juicy J)

I got one life to live
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 You see, I'm stayin' up off the streets
 Weed, Heineken drinkin', that Louie 13
 It keeps a major league
 Playa on that hustle type
 Big baller with so much clout
 Keys in my lap, police in the rearview
 Put 'em on a high speed, then bail out
 I'm not afraid 'cause I got heart
 Runnin' through the woods to the graveyard
 Helicopters on my trail, I slipped and fell
 Plus it's gettin' dark
 Now what do ya know?
 I heard two barrels cocking on my shoulder
 They found the dope I was laying on
 When they turned me over
 I'm mad as fuck cause the cuffs tight on my hands
 I'm takin' an ass whoopin', dreamin' for the ambulance
 I'm in the squad car, depressed 'cause I'm caught with dirt
 They finna hide my ass, I wonder is it worth it
 I called on God, but his phone must be off the hook
 I feel a evil spirit tellin' me to go out like a crook
 And kick the window out the peckerwood he gone shoot to kill
 I'm out of patience, I got one life to live
 Stayin' on my fuckin' shoes
 Livin' by them Three Six rules
 Keepin' all Atlanta down
 Bustas what you tryin' to prove?
 Smokin' green by the P's
 Fuck what you sayin' punk
 Prophet Posse get my back
 Cristale is gettin' me drunk
 Thangs still the same
 Ain't gon' change
 Like your Foster's beez
 Niggas down one day and not the next
 Nothin' but hoes to me
 Playa brought you in this game
 A playa take you out this thang
 Stayin' real wit' you homies mane
 It'll always bring a thang
 I only got one life to live but now I gotta get it straight
 Tryna make a living in my city so don't playa hate
 If you got a question how a Memphis nigga money flow
 Shootin' craps, selling dope, kicking in niggas door
 Ballin' down the strip with a trunk full of hot shit
 Talkin' on the burner phone, bumpin' hutch, sweatin' the bitch
 That's how we do it in the M-town
 Niggas frown
 I'm all about my hustle
 If you got no cheese don't come around
 Yeah, and like that 2Pac I feel death around the corner sometimes
 I'm placed in perfect
 I'm spooked as fuck if I ain't packing my nine
 I'm in that strip with my niggas I just made bond
 When I was locked up I got hooked up on a lumpsum of game
 From a Cuban, how to get my ass in
 Help me feed my children
 That drought got me selling that dope again
 I'm boomin'
 I'm tryna think of some legit to wash my money off
 I'm gonna miss these streets, my back against the wall
 Damn it feels good to be a Kingpin
 I got a hook up from my cuz, nigga what, blow it up
 No cut
 A playa hater trippin' wit' that bullshit
 The bird on my triple beam always weight thirty-six
 My word is bond, man to man, face to face
 I'm on my way to incarceration with Fed time
 To squash my case
 I fronted of my homies hoping that they can see that I was real
 Years, it's some motherfucker with one life to live