Cam’ron, Jim Jones, Destiny’s Child - Do It Again lyrics

Man I fucked a lot of bitches man (true)
Made a lot of money (true)
Made a lot of enemies (true)
Would I do this shit all over again, I dunno
That's a good question
(You right about that) would you
Do your life over again?
I know I fuck fat ass Tasha one more
Time if I have nothing else to do
I fuck that bitch one more time
That ass was fat

Yo, shorty get a desk and chair
Now let the guest appear
But if you knew my life
You'd shed a tear where
From the fucked up scar to the tough luck bar
To my cousin's final chapters in
A crushed up car
A hero I be from the plural IVs
Capisce a few cats tried to muralize me
(for what)
Cause I drive a fresh Benz and collect ends
But I lost brothers and best friends
Word life, we all brethren
But we don't speak and ain't nobody budgin
Cause we all stubborn
Yeah, we let the hate rise
Give each other fake fives
Look back peripheral give each
Other snake eyes true in all sequels (true)
You too of all people
Guess they right money is the
Root of all evil
A nigga front on them though I trigger the M
I don't know guess it's just the
Type of nigga I am i live my life a thug
Live my life with drugs
Fuck everybody else, I live my life for Blood
So 'Lexis, Muff, and I got keep trees near
Cause Blood supposed to be here

All them dimes we slung
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun
But would you do it again?
All them dimes we slung
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun
But would you do it again?

Uh one of my worst fears
Is being stuffed in a hearse
Six feet deep getting crushed by the dirt
Bury me with rings so when
I'm plucked from the earth
Every mothafucka see how much it was worth
(we makin money)
I see y'all discussing my best
Misjudging my worst
And all my life put in nothin but work
Don't talk about how I was such a big flirt
I never slowed down cause I
Was fuckin with skirts
I mean since the early days
I was cuttin from church
Y'all talk about things I've done to my life
You talk about things that I've
Done to my wife i know where I'm going
Second coming of Christ
I do this for my niggas
Who never get no cheddar
For my niggas upstate
That'll never get a letter
For my vitally sick
That would never get no better
For my niggas in the cold
That would never get a sweater
For the life I lead, things I done
A nigga went to school I had to bring my gun
A nigga had to hustle I
Had to sling them jumbs (I feel you man)
As the man of the house I had to bring income

All them dimes we slung
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun
But would you do it again?
All them dimes we slung
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun
But would you do it again?

Yo, this life I should rock again? (huh)
Stand on this mothafuckin block again?
Almost get shot again
(it was tough out there yo)
See alotta men get shot up bad
Back up hobblin sister out gossipin
(get em' to the hospital)
So I don't rhyme for executives
It's imperative do it for
My jailbird consecutive
Get my messages, hell no
On my block nigga never live, one room
7 kids screamin mother overhead, no one fed
Two plates, one fork
Sour milk and a loaf of bread
But I shook it off smiled of course kid
My girl wild out on some child support shit
Out exhausted obsolete y'all (y'all)
But girls will flip like Dominique Dawes
I'm not here to teach y'all
Just here to reach y'all
If I do my life over, I'd repeat all

All them dimes we slung
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun
But would you do it again?
All them dimes we slung
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun
But would you do it again?
All them dimes we slung
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun
But would you do it again?
All them dimes we slung
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun
But would you do it again?