One Life To Live
Shyheim Lyrics


Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴  Line by Line Meaning ↴

Shyheim (T.M.F. #2)
Twenty-seven (Yea, yea, yea, yea)
Wu-Tang (Stapleton, Killarmy)
Shyheim (T.M.F., Trife the under structure)
Word (What's the deal, baby?)

[Shyheim]
Yo, for the one-nine-nine-nine shit's goin' change
Now it's us in the Range, God's giving us brains
Play the game, put my heart into it, you stupid?
I'm a gunner, whenever I got the rock I'll shoot it
The undisputed champion on the M-I-see
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 bidding 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 having 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?)

[T.M.F.]
Look me eye-to-eye and see what you find
A crime nigga, nine spitter, mind digga, refined
Power impact, cracking your spine, mankind
Blow off the surface like landmines in my pastime
I saw it all, had plenty broads
Cut your wig short like Demi Moore
Ghost, vanished, most motherfuckers don't know I'm half spanish
Hazardous lyrical tactics, pinned to the mattress like canvas
Get your ass kicked for talking backwards
Puffin Backwoods, walking through 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, counting backwards ten-to-one
Now let me launch that, no way you can catch my format
I'm like the Gingerbread Man, moving on land
Catch me if you can, I move faster than the average man

[Chorus: x2 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 waiting for the day when Clinton legalize weed

[Dom PaChino a.k.a. P.R. Terrorist]
It's like gun play when my darts spray
Leave you scarred today, mental washed away
I shoot like Hardaway, your body parts decay
Slow-lay, too busy lusting the Rol-ay, platinum face
I snatch you over-arms, I take you out of space
Take you into my orbit, Terrorist gone corporate
Chopping tracks into sawdust, son, so you could snort it
In the conference room, Terrorist Hymn coming 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
Cause I'm not nasty, when doing 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 wetting the seeds in the mo-mo
Terrorist relating to Shy, mi vida loco (I feel the same way)

[T.M.F. #2]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Eh yo, treasury, stacking 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 living hard
Mugs get scarred, thugs get barred
Treated like slaves in the yard
Playing the field, most niggas tell and squeal
That's why I move for 'self, only me and my steel
Cause shit is real and leary niggas will rat you out
Get under pressure by the jakes when they smack 'em out
Gat in they mouth, for talking, you sleep-walking
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 trying to get cash
So when my shit blasts
Duck behind buildings for shelter, or you'll get hit fast
Catch whiplash, fucking wit Trife, you must've skipped class
Your bitch-ass didn't take notes, infra-red scope beaming




I'm tired of dreaming, I want to hit the big screen and
But keep an open eye for them cats who stay scheming

Overall Meaning

The song One Life To Live by Shyheim is a gangster rap that speaks about the challenges of living life on the streets and the need for survival. Shyheim portrays himself as a gunner who can shoot anyone who messes with him. He also brags about being a Wu-Tang member before it became a production company. Shyheim talks about how he has more women and clothes than anyone and how he can bring down the establishment like the Feds.


The chorus of the song reminds the listeners that they only have one life to live and advises them to give, rather than receive. Shyheim states that life is short, and Days of Our Lives seem to pass by quickly while he waits for Clinton to legalize weed. Dom PaChino, also known as P.R. Terrorist, takes over with a verse that talks about gunplay and how he shoots like Hardaway. He warns that he can burglarize any enterprise and have fun with their mate, and that Silent Weapons is a classic like Freddy Bassey. The T.M.F #2 talks about stacking paper for longevity while playing the field; he reminds the listeners that he has been in situations that required survival skills and that he takes no notes on them.


Overall, the song One Life To Live is a song that portrays the lives of gangster members who survive on the streets. They warn others to take caution and never let their guard down, as the streets are always watching.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo, for the one-nine-nine-nine shit's goin' change
The future is going to be different from the past


Now it's us in the Range, God's giving us brains
We're successful and intelligent


Play the game, put my heart into it, you stupid?
Do your best and try hard


I'm a gunner, whenever I got the rock I'll shoot it
Take action when it's time to act


The undisputed champion on the M-I-see
The top performer


Been Wu-Tang before it became a production company
Been around for a long time


Stay fresh like Doug, I run with the thugs
Stay cool and hang out with tough guys


That'll cut your throat and sell your blood
Dangerous and ruthless friends


Fifty/fifty love around the border
Split opinion


Should be bidding five to fifteen
Incarceration for a crime


On the Strength for the way I manslaughter
Powerful and deadly performance


Rock your girl's boat like the Titanic
Seduce and excite your girlfriend


Man, I got more numbers than the Ninex, plus the Bell Atlantic
Have a lot of phone numbers


More hoes than forty-deuce
Multiple sexual partners


More clothes than twenty cleptos could boost
Have a lot of clothes


I bring it to your label, producer and your management
Confront others in the music industry


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


Look me eye-to-eye and see what you find
Examine closely who I am


A crime nigga, nine spitter, mind digga, refined
A dangerous and intellectual individual


Power impact, cracking your spine, mankind
Powerful and crushing impact


Blow off the surface like landmines in my pastime
Explosive actions


I saw it all, had plenty broads
Experienced many things and had many women


Cut your wig short like Demi Moore
Cut hair short like a popular actress


Ghost, vanished, most motherfuckers don't know I'm half spanish
Disappear like a ghost, people don't know my background


Hazardous lyrical tactics, pinned to the mattress like canvas
Dangerous and effective in battle


Get your ass kicked for talking backwards
Punish people who speak disrespectfully


Life is short, Days of Our Lives seem to speed
Life goes by quickly


Still waiting for the day when Clinton legalize weed
Hopeful about the legalization of marijuana


Take you out of space
Remove someone from reality


Chopping tracks into sawdust, son, so you could snort it
Destroying music to the point it's unrecognizable


Get your ass kicked for talking backwards
Punish people who speak disrespectfully


My plans of wetting the seeds in the mo-mo
Having sex with women


Treasury, stacking this paper for Longevity
Saving money for the future


Mugs get scarred, thugs get barred
People get hurt or arrested


Playing the field, most niggas tell and squeal
Being promiscuous can lead to betrayal


Gat in they mouth, for talking, you sleep-walking
Violently punish people who speak badly


Your bitch-ass didn't take notes, infra-red scope beaming
Didn't learn the lesson and facing punishment


So when my shit blasts
When I do something significant


Catch whiplash, fucking wit Trife, you must've skipped class
Get hurt for messing with Trife, didn't learn the lesson


I'm like the Gingerbread Man, moving on land
Quick and hard to catch




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: IRA GERSHWIN, KURT WEILL

Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
To comment on or correct specific content, highlight it

Genre not found
Artist not found
Album not found
Song not found
Comments from YouTube:

Kris Blaze!

i need the instrumental to this so bad

deenmakaveli🤗

🔥🔥🔥🔥❤️⚡

WHY TV

Dopeness

Smokeymirror

Album deserves better!

Jonathan Rodriguez

2:16

More Versions