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

I got one life to live 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