Kingpin Skinny Pimp - One Life 2 Live (feat. DJ Paul & Juicy J) Lyrics

[Intro][Verse 1 : Kingpin Skinny Pimp]I got one life to liveYou see, I'm stayin' up off the streetsWeed, Heineken drinkin', that Louie 13It keeps a major leaguePlaya on that hustle typeBig baller with so much cloutKeys in my lap, police in the rearviewPut 'em on a high speed, then bail outI'm not afraid cause I got heartRunnin' through the woods to the graveyardHelicopters on my trail, I slipped and fellPlus it's gettin' darkNow what do ya know ?I heard two barrels cocking on my shoulderThey found the dope I was laying onWhen they turned me overI'm mad as fuck cause the cuffs tight on my handsI'm takin' an ass whoopin', dreamin' for the ambulanceI'm in the squad car, depressed cause I'm caught with dirtThey finna hide my ass, I wonder is it worth itI called on God, but his phone must be off the hookI feel a evil spirit tellin' me to go out like a crookAnd kick the window out the pecker-wood he gone shoot to killI'm out of patience, I got one life to live[Verse 2 : DJ Paul]Stayin' on my fuckin' shoesLivin' by them Three Six rulesKeepin' all Atlanta downBustas what you tryin' to prove ?Smokin' green by the P'sFuck what you sayin' punkProphet Posse get my backCristale is gettin' me drunkThangs still the sameAin't gon' changeLike you Foster's beezNiggas down one day and not the nextNothin' but hoes to mePlaya brought you in this gameA playa take you out this thangStayin' real wit' you homies maneIt'll always bring a thang[Verse 3 : Juicy J]I only got one life to live but now I gotta get it straightTryna make a living in my city so don't playa hateIf you got a question how a Memphis nigga money flowShootin' craps, selling dope, kicking in niggas doorBallin' down the strip with a trunk full of hot shitTalkin' on the burner phone, bumpin' hutch, sweatin' the bitchThat's how we do it in the M-townNiggas frownIm all about my hustleIf you got no cheese don't come around[Verse 4 : Kingpin Skinny Pimp]Yeah, and like that 2Pac I feel death around the corner sometimesI'm placed in perfectIm spooked as fuck if I ain't packing my nineI'm in that strip with my niggas I just made bondWhen I was locked up I got hooked up on a lumpsum of gameFrom a Cuban, how to get my ass inHelp me feed my childrenThat drought got me selling that dope againI'm boomin'I'm tryna think of some legit to wash my money offI'm gonna miss these streets, my back against the wallDamn it feels good to be a KingpinI got a hook up from my cuz, nigga what, blow it upNo cutA playa hater trippin' wit' that bull shitThe bird on my triple beam always weight thirty-sixMy word is bond, man to man, face to faceI'm on my way to incarceration with Fed timeTo squash my caseI fronted of my homies hoping that they can see that I was realYears, it's some motherfucker with one life to live