[Intro]
Once again, it's on, you reached WJUS Born
Some 1996 Triple 6, Biatch
And we gon' play the number one song on the hour
"One Life 2 Live" By Skinny Pimp and the Three 6 Mafia
Right here on WJUS Born
[Verse 1 : Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
I got one life to live
You see, I'm stayin' up off the stress weed
Heineken drinkin', that Louis 13, it keeps a major league
Playa on that hustle type, big baller with so much clout
Keys 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 ya know
I heard two barrels cocking on my shoulders
They found the dope I was laying on when they turned me over
I'm mad as fuck '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
[Verse 2 : DJ Paul]
Stayin' on my fuckin' shoes, livin' by them Three Six rules
Keepin' all Atlanta down, bustas what you tryna prove?
Smokin' green by the P's, fuck 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
Playa brought you in this game, a playa take you out this thang
Stayin' real wit' you homies, mane, It'll always bring a thang
[Verse 3 : Juicy J]
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, selling dope, kicking 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
[Verse 4 : Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Yeah, and like that 2Pac I feel death around the corner sometimes
I'm placed in perfect, Im' spooked as fuck 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 selling 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 playa hater trippin' wit' that bull shit
The bird on my triple beam always weight 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 hoping that they can see that I was real
Years, it's some motherfucker with one life to live
[Outro]
Yeah, I just wanna tell y'all weak ass niggas in the game
You gotta keep your mothafuckin' word
'Cause without your word, dawg, you ain't got shit!
You ain't got shit!
You know what I'm sayin'?
So, uh, just stay real, keep your word
Kick it, get ya somethin', straight in it
That's the only way to the top
Or your ass gon' have to get the mothafuckin' Glock
'Cause if you lose your mothafuckin' word in this shit
You're finished, you're through
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 mothafuckin' game if you ain't got no word
Once again, it's on, you reached WJUS Born
Some 1996 Triple 6, Biatch
And we gon' play the number one song on the hour
"One Life 2 Live" By Skinny Pimp and the Three 6 Mafia
Right here on WJUS Born
[Verse 1 : Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
I got one life to live
You see, I'm stayin' up off the stress weed
Heineken drinkin', that Louis 13, it keeps a major league
Playa on that hustle type, big baller with so much clout
Keys 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 ya know
I heard two barrels cocking on my shoulders
They found the dope I was laying on when they turned me over
I'm mad as fuck '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
[Verse 2 : DJ Paul]
Stayin' on my fuckin' shoes, livin' by them Three Six rules
Keepin' all Atlanta down, bustas what you tryna prove?
Smokin' green by the P's, fuck 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
Playa brought you in this game, a playa take you out this thang
Stayin' real wit' you homies, mane, It'll always bring a thang
[Verse 3 : Juicy J]
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, selling dope, kicking 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
[Verse 4 : Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Yeah, and like that 2Pac I feel death around the corner sometimes
I'm placed in perfect, Im' spooked as fuck 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 selling 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 playa hater trippin' wit' that bull shit
The bird on my triple beam always weight 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 hoping that they can see that I was real
Years, it's some motherfucker with one life to live
[Outro]
Yeah, I just wanna tell y'all weak ass niggas in the game
You gotta keep your mothafuckin' word
'Cause without your word, dawg, you ain't got shit!
You ain't got shit!
You know what I'm sayin'?
So, uh, just stay real, keep your word
Kick it, get ya somethin', straight in it
That's the only way to the top
Or your ass gon' have to get the mothafuckin' Glock
'Cause if you lose your mothafuckin' word in this shit
You're finished, you're through
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 mothafuckin' game if you ain't got no word
( Kingpin Skinny Pimp )
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