One Time to Die lyrics

by

Juicy J


[Intro]
b*tch Mob Respect Da b*tch
Let's get it
Volume 1

[Verse 1]
One time to live, one time to die
I'ma ride at night, n*gga hoping I'ma [?]
Man erase the haters [?]
Pray for their life, forget anyway
I'ma wake up today
I'm addicted to the drug, in the streets people be hating
I told myself until I motherf*ckin' rest
Man, I pick my battles, I'm a the f*cking banger
I'ma react to the head on a n*gga retainer
Didn't know the boss so I had to detain him
Caught one body, he ain't even gon' frame him
Turn one fight into the time that he laid him
On the backstreet n*gga, couldn't nobody save him
[?] that I raised him
I know you, you a motherf*ckin' copy
Found the dude, had to do that sh*t sloppy
I ain't tryna say I'm no gangsta
But you ain't gonna be real to have this motherf*cking anger
Catch you on your court n*gga, you up in danger
Never thought of the day you would be an angel
f*ck the faking, n*gga green no money
n*gga f*ck the system, n*ggas gon' die tryna please they missing
Can't stand the heat, get the f*ck up out the kitchen
Feeling like my life is at the crossroads
White dude n*gga, turn on your [?]
I ain't never been so I gotta go hard n*gga
[Interlude]
Yeah, real talk

[Verse 2]
Cause they all got the books of life
I took a page man, they guns is in the clouds
Man he walking with a hand in hand
n*gga he still f*cking the b*tch man, broke her heart
n*ggas trapped in the mindset
Real men, not real n*ggas
And I'm a black man, white man
Green man, blue man, tan man
Yellow man, yellow man
Brown man, brown bag
With the liquor and the Funyons in it
I be dusting out store n*gga like it's nothing
n*ggas be hating and I love it
I put the pistol in his ass and make that b*tch go f*ck it
Motherf*ck this, ain't a discussion man
You f*ck with Lil B, give his ass a concussion
And I'm [?]
I don't bother nobody, I be chillin', I'm hustlin'
n*gga and I be wanting the billions
Man it's real easy
My kids in the future, I don't want nothing
Play ten, n*gga had the [?]
n*gga I talked to my dad and I still think he a b*tch
Just cause I rhyme, n*gga f*ck that sh*t
n*gga f*ck their feelings
[?] dump 'em in it n*gga
n*gga we rocking and we rocking
Got ten blocks and I hope they stop it n*gga
I hope they don't rock 'em, hit em with the chopper
n*ggas sit his ass down, make him look like his father
Or a old n*gga, really f*cking moldy
n*gga can't do this sh*t, you really think he holy
His body all holy man
That n*gga look like he praying cause he all holy
Cause he stay holy, b*tch
[Outro]
Lil B man, let's get it
b*tch Mob Respect Da b*tch Volume 1
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