Lost Boyz - Only Live Once lyrics

(Cheeks) These mothaf**as made it this way I show 'em mine ????? ???? ???? Official Queens crack stars gettin money Rollin trees in the backwoods Timberlands, ???, black hoods The territories rugged, certain bimbos love it I f** wit cats ??? Keep my Timbo's covered We ride around in the streets, kid we duckin knicks Money power wit some game, kid we f**in chicks The hard times help me sharpen up We be in Watts, but still be 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, f** you jealous n***as I take care a fam and I lay low I'm livin kid, I got the money plus the yayo And hold a heat up on the seat because it's gettin wicked You get yo dough, I get my dough Let's blow so we can kick it (Hook - Mr. Hezekiah) 2x You only live once so let's ride Let's take it to the top This one crew you can't stop (Street Connect) Yo is you mothaf**as out a yo mind? We them n***as that be holdin it down Half of the reason you live Other fifty percent of the reason you frown Behind the back you pop sh** But when we be wavin them thangs you innocent Cause we in this b**h, Raw Dogs Is you askin for a New York City war call? We keep it gritty for all a why'all But some you n***as act like you goin through menopause And that's the second we send 'em to morgues Slay 'em down, get in them drawers Been put on, what you tellin me for? Look at 'em beggin for more Either they yellin or givin applause Picture livin laws while we got x-cons on the dance floor Goody n***as playin the wall And ??? b**hes rockin hoodies wit razors inside the sports bra We told why'all but ya wasn't tryna listen to us (Hook) (Izzy Dead) 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, sh** is clouded out We official crack stars, bury bodies in back yards You neva touch nothin Sayin you blast n***as and clap cars I get a back ma**age 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 ya way out a sh**, I be you is So I s** ya wiz, k** you, and leave ya wife left wit kids Ghetto black widow What n***a, 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 f** wit n***as out a my circle I don't trust