Only Live Once

(Cheeks)<br>These mothafuckas made it this way<br>I show `em mine<br>????? ???? ????<br>Official Queens crack stars gettin money<br>Rollin trees in the backwoods<br>Timberlands, ???, black hoods<br>The territories rugged, certain bimbos love it<br>I fuck wit cats ???<br>Keep my Timbo`s covered<br>We ride around in the streets, kid we duckin knicks<br>Money power wit some game, kid we fuckin chicks<br>The hard times help me sharpen up<br>We be in Watts, but still be sparkin up<br>Love it when the day darken up<br>My life is like a movie, big guns and booze play a part<br>I came through to display an art<br>Yo, fuck you jealous niggas<br>I take care a fam and I lay low<br>I`m livin kid, I got the money plus the yayo<br>And hold a heat up on the seat because it`s gettin wicked<br>You get yo dough, I get my dough<br>Let`s blow so we can kick it<br><br>(Hook - Mr. Hezekiah) 2x <br>You only live once so let`s ride<br>Let`s take it to the top<br>This one crew you can`t stop<br><br>(Street Connect)<br>Yo is you mothafuckas out a yo mind?<br>We them niggas that be holdin it down<br>Half of the reason you live<br>Other fifty percent of the reason you frown<br>Behind the back you pop shit<br>But when we be wavin them thangs you innocent<br>Cause we in this bitch, Raw Dogs<br>Is you askin for a New York City war call?<br>We keep it gritty for all a y`all<br>But some you niggas act like you goin through menopause<br>And that`s the second we send `em to morgues<br>Slay `em down, get in them drawers<br>Been put on, what you tellin me for?<br>Look at `em beggin for more<br>Either they yellin or givin applause<br>Picture livin laws while we got x-cons on the dance floor<br>Goody niggas playin the wall<br>And ??? bitches rockin hoodies wit razors inside the sports bra<br>We told y`all but ya wasn`t tryna listen to us<br><br>(Hook)<br><br>(Izzy Dead)<br>Ever since the day I was born my lifestyle been real<br>Bloody stories on blank paper is what my pen spill<br>My men still, sellin coke, cooked up and powdered out<br>In a big body smoked out, shit is clouded out<br>We official crack stars, bury bodies in back yards<br>You neva touch nothin<br>Sayin you blast niggas and clap cars<br>I get a back massage from a bad European<br>And switch my bird every season<br>And I`m rollin up my treason<br>But my question is, give me one reason to let you live<br>But you good at talkin ya way out a shit, I be you is<br>So I sex ya wiz, kill you, and leave ya wife left wit kids<br>Ghetto black widow<br>What nigga, my mac glitto<br>Attack ya hitto<br>It`s like pimp talk wit a limp walk<br>And crazy dough is what I`m in for<br>Somethin you bent off, but couldn`t touch<br>Scream you got guns but wouldn`t bust<br>Never fuck wit niggas out a my circle I don`t trust<br><br>(Hook)