One Life 2 Live - Kingpin Skinny Pimp, 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 pecker-wood 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 you 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

Im 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

Im 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 bull shit

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