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