Once again, it's on, you reached WJUS Born
For 199Triple 6, biatch
And we gon' play the number one song of the hour
"One Life 2 Live" by Skinny Pimp and the Three 6 Mafia
Right here, on WJUS Born
I got one life to live, you see, I'm stayin' up off the stress
Weed, ink and drinkin' that Louis 13,
it keeps a major league player on that hustle type,
big baller with so much clout
K'is 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 you know?
I heard two barrels cockin' on my shoulders
They found the dope I was layin' on, when they turned me over
I'm mad as **** '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 ****in' shoes, livin' by them Three Six rules
Keepin' all ana down, busters what you tryna prove?
Smokin' green by the P's, **** 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
Player brought you in this game, a player take you out this thang
Stayin' real with 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 livin' in my city, so don't playa hate
If you got a question how a Memphis nigga money flow
Shootin' crap, sellin' dope, kickin' in niggas doors
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 ****, 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 sellin' 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 player hater trippin' with that bullshit
The bird on my triple beam always weighin' 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 my homies hopin' that they can see, that I was real
Years it's some mother****er, with one life to live
(One life to live)
Yeah, I just wanna tell y'all weak ass niggas in the game
(One life to live)
You gotta keep your motha****in' word (One life to live)
'Cause without your word, dawg, you ain't got shit (One life to live)
You ain't got shit (One life to live)
You know what I'm sayin'? (One life to live)
So, uh, just stay real, keep your word (One life to live)
Kick it, get ya somethin', straight in it (One life to live)
That's the only way to the top (One life to live)
Or your ass gon' have to get the motha****in' Glock (One life to live)
'Cause if you lose your mother****in' word in this shit (One life to live)
You're finished, you're through (One life to live)
Your ass gotta start all the way from the bottom, you can't do shit
(They came back over here and)
Can't do shit up in this mother****in' game, if you ain't got no word