Lost Boyz Only Live Once (real) Lyrics

Only Live Once (real) Lyrics

{Mr Cheeks

These muthafuckas made it this way,

i show em mine,

i
knew we down now we was shining also blowing time,

Official queens crack
stars gettin money rollin trees in the back woods, timberlands, cars, and black
hoods,

the territories rugged, certain bimbos love it,

i fuck wit cats
undiscovered keep my demo's covered,

we ride around in the streets duckin
hits,

money power wit some game kid we fuckin chicks

the hard times
help me sharpen up

we bein watched but still 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 fuck you jealous niggas

i
take care of fam and i lay low

im livin kid i got the money plus the
yayo

and hold a heat up on the seat because its gettin wicked

you get
your dough

i get my dough lets blow so we can kick it



(hook
x2)

You only live once so lets ride

lets take it to the top

this
one crew you cant stop



{izzy dead

yo is you muthafuckas outta ya
mind

we them niggas who been holdin it down

half of the reason you
live

other 50% of the reason you frown

behind our back you pop
shit

but when we wavin them thangs you innocent

cuz we in this bitch,
raw doggs

is you askin for a new york city war call?

we keep it gritty
for all o y'all

but some you niggas actin like u goin through
menapause

and thats the second we sendin em off

Slay em down, get in
them drawers

been put on, wut u tellin me for?

look at em beggin for
more

either their yellin or givin applause

picture livin laws when we
got x cons on the dance floor

goody niggas playin the war

and dime
bitches rockin hoodies with razors inside the sports bras

we told y'all but
ya wasnt tryin to listen tah me



(hook)

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, shit is clouded out

We official crack stars, bury bodies
in back yards

You neva touch nothin

Sayin you blast niggas 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 your way outta shit i bet you
is

so i sex ur wiz, kill u and leave ya wife left with kids

Ghetto black
widow

What nigga, 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 fuck wit niggas out a my circle I don’t
trust



(hook)