Lost Boyz - Only Live Once Lyrics

Artist: Lost Boyz Lyrics
Popularity : 41 users have visited this page.
Album: Track 9 on LB IV Life
Rate: Only Live Once gets avg. rating 4 out of 10 based on 5 ratings. Rate the song now!!!

(Cheeks)
These motha****as made it this way
I show 'em mine
????? ???? ????
Official Queens crack stars gettin money
Rollin trees in the backwoods
Timberlands, ???, black hoods
The territories rugged, certain bimbos love it
I **** wit cats ???
Keep my Timbo's covered
We ride around in the streets, kid we duckin knicks
Money power wit some game, kid we ****in chicks
The hard times help me sharpen up
We be in Watts, but still be sparkin up
Love it when the day darken up
My life is like a movie, big guns and booze play a part
I came through to display an art
Yo, **** you jealous *****s
I take care a fam and I lay low
I'm livin kid, I got the money plus the yayo
And hold a heat up on the seat because it's gettin wicked
You get yo dough, I get my dough
Let's blow so we can kick it

(Hook - Mr. Hezekiah) 2x
You only live once so let's ride
Let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop

(Street Connect)
Yo is you motha****as out a yo mind?
We them *****s that be holdin it down
Half of the reason you live
Other fifty percent of the reason you frown
Behind the back you pop ****
But when we be wavin them thangs you innocent
Cause we in this *****, Raw Dogs
Is you askin for a New York City war call?
We keep it gritty for all a why'all
But some you *****s act like you goin through menopause
And that's the second we send 'em to morgues
Slay 'em down, get in them drawers
Been put on, what you tellin me for?
Look at 'em beggin for more
Either they yellin or givin applause
Picture livin laws while we got x-cons on the dance floor
Goody *****s playin the wall
And ??? *****es rockin hoodies wit razors inside the sports bra
We told why'all but ya wasn't tryna listen to us

(Hook)
(Izzy Dead)
Ever since the day I was born my lifestyle been real
Bloody stories on blank paper is what my pen spill
My men still, sellin coke, cooked up and powdered out
In a big body smoked out, **** is clouded out
We official crack stars, bury bodies in back yards
You neva touch nothin
Sayin you blast *****s and clap cars
I get a back massage from a bad European
And switch my bird every season
And I'm rollin up my treason
But my question is, give me one reason to let you live
But you good at talkin ya way out a ****, I be you is
So I sex ya wiz, kill you, and leave ya wife left wit kids
Ghetto black widow
What *****, my mac glitto
Attack ya hitto
It's like pimp talk wit a limp walk
And crazy dough is what I'm in for
Somethin you bent off, but couldn't touch
Scream you got guns but wouldn't bust
Never **** wit *****s out a my circle I don't trust

(Hook)


If you believe the lyrics are not correct you can Submit Corrections to us

Lyrics007 gets licensed to display lyrics and pay the lyrics writers through LyricFind. The most of song titles are calibrated according to wikipedia