One Time Lyrics - Suicide Tour: Ten Years Later - Brotha Lynch Hung

verse 1: 

man these wicked streets will drive a nigga insane 

the week a cock back and put a pistol to da brain 

weed alcohol nicotine and cocaine 

the plot to break us all down to eat 

you gotta cheat to break the law down 

f**k em buck em all down 

yall down we can tear this motha f**ka up again 

shootin nootin snatchin people out they trucks again 

f**k em den them motha f**kas wanna lock me up again 

have me duck stretched right writin letters home from the pin 

man f**k that id rather be stuck back on my block ssellin rocks wit a glock 

runnin from da cops f**k one time 

grindin in da california sunshine 

wHAT am i do get rich bitch f**k money sometimes 

runnin numbas ride the runnas get yo bundles keep it commin when u get IT GET IT GET IT holla 

money money money 

chorus: 

Like its one time 

grindin in this california sunshine 

from la to da bay to sac town and back downthey can take a bird outa town on a greyhound 

or serve on curb in yah hood nigga stay down 

repeat 2x 

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verse 2: 

BLOCK SHIT WE ROCK SHIT LIKE COCAINE 

HIT THE MEAN STREET TRIPPIN AND DIPPIN SERVIN UP WHOLE THANGS 

HOTTA THEN A MA F**KA 

THER GOES THE RIVAL U KNOW THE CITIES TOO SMALL 

BETTER NO IM LIABLE ILL TAKE A STRAP UP IN DA MALL 

NO BULL SHIT ILLEAGLE FO CLIPS 

GOT THAT DUAL SHIT WE BE SMOKIN EM UP YOU DONT KNOW ENOUGH ITS ROUGH 

IF LIFE WAS FREE I WOULD SAY F**K PUSSY NIGGA DONT PUSH ME 

IM AN O FACE KILLAJAY FOR HES EVEN IF ITS BLOODY I GET MORE CHEESE 

SMOKIN HELLA POUNDS OF WEED OE FUKIN UP MY GUT 

BUT IM AS DRUNK AS CAN BE 

AND EATIN RAW MEAT 

REAK WHAT U SOW 

I GOT THAT HEAT THAT'LL MAKE YAH COLD 

DIE AT 21 NIGGA 

F**K GETTIN OLD 

MONEY TAH FOLD KILLA 

SHOW SHOOTIN LEDGE HOES 

LICK THEN SPLIT DONT TRUST NO SETUP HOES 

WHERE DEM CLOTHES 

GRINDIN IN THIS CALIFORNIA SUNSHINE 

ONE NINE KILLA FOR HIGHER F**K MONEY SOMETIMES 

CHORUS 2X 

VERSE 3: 

I LIVE A LIFE OF A MOBSTA 

JUST TALKIN MONEY EATIN LOBSTA 

AND LIFE SWALLOWS NIGGA JUST LIKE A MONSTA 

YA BONES IS THE PROOF OF DEATH 

INVESTIGATORS LATER SAID HE DIES A SPOOKY DEATH 

YOU DONT EVEN WANNA HEAR HOW THEY SAID HE DIED 

JUST AS WELL AS CALIFORNIAS HOME FOR HOMICIDE 

WE DODGE DEATH ALL DYA TRYIN TA STAY PAID 

AND IF OUR RIVALS DONT COME THEN THE COPS DONT RAID 

SO IF A NIGGA AINT HIGH U NO WE DRUNK AS F**K 

AND IF A NIGGA AINT RICH HES TRYIN TA TOUCH A BUCK 

CHORUS 2X 

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