One Life to Live

Twenty-seven (Yea, yea, yea, yea)

Wu-Tang (Stapleton, Killarmy)

Shyheim (T.M.F., Trife the under structure)

Word (What's the deal, baby?)

For the one-nine-nine-nine shit's gon' change

Now it's us in the Range, God's givin us brains

I play the game, put my heart into it, you stupid?

I'm a gunner, whenever I got the rock I'll shoot it (BLAOW! BLAOW!)

The undisputed champion on the M-I-C

Been Wu-Tang before it became a production company

Stay fresh like Doug, I run with the thugs

That'll cut your throat and sell your blood

Fifty/fifty love around the border

Should be biddin five to fifteen

On the Strength for the way I manslaughter

Rock your girl's boat like the Titanic

Man, I got more numbers than the Ninex, plus the Bell Atlantic

More hoes than forty-deuce

More clothes than twenty cleptos could boost

I'm not havin it

I bring it to your label, producer and your management

Man, I'm like the Feds, I bring down your establishment

Under the Rico, I purchased my 3rd quarterly from Bob Cito

Got your block locked like the Dred, Mike Z and Chino

You know (What? What?)

(Tommy Whispers)Look me eye-to-eye and see what you find

A crime nigga, nine spitter, mind digga, refined

Power impact, crackin your spine, mankind

Blow off the surface like landmines in my pasttime

I saw it all, had plenty broads

Cut your wig short like Demi Moore

Ghost, vanished, most mothafuckas don't know I'm half spanish

Hazardous lyrical tactics, pinned to the matress like canvas

Get your ass kicked for talkin backwards

Puffin Backwoods, walkin thru the back of the hood

No protection, Stapleton section

Corrupt life, T.M.F. arch style, we rush mic's

Disarmed for that gold-piece charm

Red alert, we all alarmed, ready for combat

No contact, countin backwards ten-to-one

Now let me launch that, no way you can catch my format

I'm like the Gingerbread Man, movin on land

Catch me if you can, I move faster than the average man

(Shyheim)You only got one life to live

So all of my children, it's better to give than receive

Life is short, Days of Our Lives seem to speed

Still waitin for the day when Clinton legalize weed

You only got one life to live

So all of my children, it's better to give than receive

Life is short, Days of Our Lives seem to speed

Still waitin for the day when Clinton legalize weed

(Dom PaChino) It's like gunplay when my darts spray

Leave you scarred today, mental washed away

I shoot like Hardaway, your body parts decay

Slow-lay, too busy lustin the Rol-ay, platinum face

I snatch you over-arms, I take you out of space

Take you into my orbit, Terrorist gone corporate

Choppin tracks into sawdust, son, so you could snort it

In the conference room, Terrorist Hymn comin soon

Album cover pitch-black like the sky, without the moon

To illuminate, in my dome-piece there lies a metal plate

Titanium, harder than a lock in your gate

Burglarize your enterprise and have fun with your mate

Cuz I'm not nasty, when doin my dirt, won't see ya masta me

Silent Weapons is a classic like Freddy Bassey

What a word pro, electro, grenade logo

Forever show how I firmly handle the phono

Bitches lust me, my plans of wettin the seeds in the mo-mo

Terrorist relatin to Shy, mi vida loco (I feel the same way)

(Trife Da God)Yo, yo, yo, yo

Eh yo, treasury, stackin this paper for Longevity

The money first, put it in work, that be my pedigree

Let's take it to higher degree

Sit back and visualize so our eyes could see

Black God, we livin hard

Mugs get scarred, thugs get barred

Treated like slaves in the yard

Playin the field, most niggas tell and squeal

That's why I move for 'self, only me and my steel

Cuz Shit Iz Real and leary niggas will rat you out

Get under pressure by the jakes when they smack 'em out

Gat in they mouth, for talkin, you sleep-walkin

Can't play the street often, become a victim for extortion

For your fortune, your bank rose

Stank hoes, you think I ain't cold?

Run up in your crib, take everything, even the sink goes

You sweat like a pink rose

Can you smell it, when you soft like velvet?

Catch one up in your helmet, get dealt wit

On the quick-fast, take you on a great adventure like Six Flags

Spent every day of my life just tryin to get cash

So when my shit blasts

Duck behind buildings for shelter, or you'll get hit fast

Catch whiplash, fuckin wit Trife, you must've skipped class

Your bitch-ass didn't take notes, infra-red scope beamin

I'm tired of dreamin, I wanna hit the big screen and

But keep an open eye for them cats who stay schemin

(Irish folk song)