Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song One Life to Live , by - TMFSong from the album Manchild, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.06.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wu-Tang
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song One Life to Live , by - TMFSong from the album Manchild, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопOne Life to Live |
| Yo, for the one-nine-nine-nine shit’s goin' change |
| Now it’s us in the Range, God’s giving us brains |
| Play the game, put my heart into it, you stupid? |
| I’m a gunner, whenever I got the rock I’ll shoot it |
| The undisputed champion on the M-I-see |
| Been Wu-Tang before it became a production company |
| Stay fresh like Doug, I run with the thugs |
| That’ll cut your throat and sell your blood |
| Fifty/fifty love around the border |
| Should be bidding five to fifteen |
| On the Strength for the way I manslaughter |
| Rock your girl’s boat like the Titanic |
| Man, I got more numbers than the Ninex, plus the Bell Atlantic |
| More hoes than forty-deuce |
| More clothes than twenty cleptos could boost |
| I’m not having it |
| I bring it to your label, producer and your management |
| Man, I’m like the Feds, I bring down your establishment |
| Under the Rico, I purchased my 3rd quarterly from Bob Cito |
| Got your block locked like the Dred, Mike Z and Chino |
| You know (What? What?) |
| Look me eye-to-eye and see what you find |
| A crime nigga, nine spitter, mind digga, refined |
| Power impact, cracking your spine, mankind |
| Blow off the surface like landmines in my pastime |
| I saw it all, had plenty broads |
| Cut your wig short like Demi Moore |
| Ghost, vanished, most motherfuckers don’t know I’m half spanish |
| Hazardous lyrical tactics, pinned to the mattress like canvas |
| Get your ass kicked for talking backwards |
| Puffin Backwoods, walking through the back of the hood |
| No protection, Stapleton section |
| Corrupt life, T.M.F. |
| arch style, we rush mic’s |
| Disarmed for that gold-piece charm |
| Red alert, we all alarmed, ready for combat |
| No contact, counting backwards ten-to-one |
| Now let me launch that, no way you can catch my format |
| I’m like the Gingerbread Man, moving on land |
| Catch me if you can, I move faster than the average man |
| You only got one life to live |
| So all of my children, it’s better to give than receive |
| Life is short, Days of Our Lives seem to speed |
| Still waiting for the day when Clinton legalize weed |
| It’s like gun play when my darts spray |
| Leave you scarred today, mental washed away |
| I shoot like Hardaway, your body parts decay |
| Slow-lay, too busy lusting the Rol-ay, platinum face |
| I snatch you over-arms, I take you out of space |
| Take you into my orbit, Terrorist gone corporate |
| Chopping tracks into sawdust, son, so you could snort it |
| In the conference room, Terrorist Hymn coming soon |
| Album cover pitch-black like the sky, without the moon |
| To illuminate, in my dome-piece there lies a metal plate |
| Titanium, harder than a lock in your gate |
| Burglarize your enterprise and have fun with your mate |
| Cause I’m not nasty, when doing my dirt, won’t see ya masta me |
| Silent Weapons is a classic like Freddy Bassey |
| What a word pro, electro, grenade logo |
| Forever show how I firmly handle the phono |
| Bitches lust me, my plans of wetting the seeds in the mo-mo |
| Terrorist relating to Shy, mi vida loco (I feel the same way) |
| Yo, yo, yo, yo |
| Eh yo, treasury, stacking this paper for Longevity |
| The money first, put it in work, that be my pedigree |
| Let’s take it to higher degree |
| Sit back and visualize so our eyes could see |
| Black God, we living hard |
| Mugs get scarred, thugs get barred |
| Treated like slaves in the yard |
| Playing the field, most niggas tell and squeal |
| That’s why I move for 'self, only me and my steel |
| Cause shit is real and leary niggas will rat you out |
| Get under pressure by the jakes when they smack 'em out |
| Gat in they mouth, for talking, you sleep-walking |
| Can’t play the street often, become a victim for extortion |
| For your fortune, your bank rose |
| Stank hoes, you think I ain’t cold? |
| Run up in your crib, take everything, even the sink goes |
| You sweat like a pink rose |
| Can you smell it, when you soft like velvet? |
| Catch one up in your helmet, get dealt wit |
| On the quick-fast, take you on a great adventure like Six Flags |
| Spent every day of my life just trying to get cash |
| So when my shit blasts |
| Duck behind buildings for shelter, or you’ll get hit fast |
| Catch whiplash, fucking wit Trife, you must’ve skipped class |
| Your bitch-ass didn’t take notes, infra-red scope beaming |
| I’m tired of dreaming, I want to hit the big screen and |
| But keep an open eye for them cats who stay scheming |
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