DO IT AGAIN

Man I fucked a lot of bitches man, true. Made a lot of money, true, Made a lot of enemies, true, But would I do this shit all over again, Ha, I don't know, that's a good question. You right about that, would you do your life over. I know I'd fuck fat ass Tasha one more time. If I ain't had nothing else to do, I'd fuck that bitch one more time, A yo shorty get a desk and chair, now the baggetts appear, If you knew my life, you might shed a tear, where, From the fucked-up scars, to the tongu lucked bars, To my cousins final chapter in a crushed-up car, A hero I'd be from the plural I.V.'s Capishe, a few cats tried to muralize me, Plus I drive a fresh Benz, and collect ends, But I lost brothers and best friends, word life, We all grubbing but we all speaking, And ain't nobody budging, cause we all stubborn, Yeah we let the hate rise, give each other fake fives, Looked at periphial, give each other snake eyes, True in all sequels, we two of all people, I guess they right money is the root of all eveil, A nigga front on them though, I'll trigger the M., I don't know digg's just they type of nigga I am, I live my life a thug, live my life for drugs, Fuck everybody else I live my life for blood. So Lexus, Muff, and I got to keep Trease near. Cause blood supposed to be here. All them dimes we slung, all them crimes we've done. All them times was fun but would you do it again. All them dimes we slung, all them crimes we've done. All them times was fun but would you do it again. Yo one of my worst pears is being stuffed in a hurst, Six feet deep getting crushed by the dirt, Bury me with rings so when I'm plucked from the earth. Every motherfucker will see how much it was worth, I see ya'll discussing my best, and misjudging my worst And all my like put in nothing but work. Ya'll talk about how I was such a big flirt, And I never slowed down cause I was fucking with skirts, I mean since the early days I was cutting from church, Ya'll talk about the things that I've down in my life. Ya'll talk about the things that I've done to my wife. I know where I'm going second coming of Christ. Cause I do this for my niggas that ain't never get no cheddar. For my niggas Up-State that'll never get a letter, For my vitaly sick that won't never get no better. For my niggas in the cold that'll never get a sweater, For the life I lead and the things I've done. A nigga went to school I had to bring my gun. A nigga had to hustle, had to sling them jumbs. As the man of the house I got to bring income, bring it in. All them dimes we slung, all them crimes we've done. All them times was fun but would you do it again. All them dimes we slung, all them crimes we've done. All them times was fun but would you do it again. Yo this life I should rock again ha. Stand on this motherfucking block again, almost get shot again, I've seen a lot of men get shot up bad. Back up hobbling, sister out gossiping, That's why I don't rhyme for executives, It's imperative, do it for my jailbirds consecutive, Get my messages, hell no. On my block nigga never live, one room seven kids, Screaming mother, overhead, no one fed, Two plates, one fork, sour milk and loaf of bread. But I shook it off, smiled of course kid, NY girl wild out on some child support shit, But out exhausted, obsolete ya'll, But girls will flip like Domonique Dawes. I'm not here to teach ya'll, just here to reach ya'll If I'd do my life over I'd repeat all. All them dimes we slung, all them crimes we've done. All them times was fun but would you do it again. All them dimes we slung, all them crimes we've done. All them times was fun but would you do it again. All them dimes we slung, all them crimes we've done. All them times was fun but would you do it again.