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Cam'ron( Cameron Ezike Giles )
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Do It Again
Lyricist：Darrell Branch, Cameron Giles, Jimmy Jones, Beyonce Knowles
Man, I fucked a lotta bitches, man
Made a lotta money, made a lotta enemies
But would I do this shit all over again? I don't know
That's a good question, would you do your life over again?
I know, I fuck fat ass one more time if I have nothing else to do
I fuck that bitch one more time, that ass was fat
Yo, aiyo, shorty get a desk and chair now with the guess appear
If you knew my life, you might shed a tear where
From the fucked up scar to the tough luck bar
To cousin fightin' chapters in a crushed up car
I handled live beef from the pluriel I beef
Cape she a few cats tried to muirelize me
'Cause I drive a fresh Benz and collect ends
But I lost brothers some best friends
Word life, we all bredgren
But we all speak and nobody budgin'
'Cause we all stubbrin', yeah, we let the hate rise
Give each other fake fives
Look back periphieal, give each other snake eyes
True in all sequals, you too of all people
Guess they right money is the root of all evil
A nigga front on them, though I triggered at em'
I don't know Big, it's just the type of nigga I am
I live my life a thug, live my life wit drugs
Fuck everybody else I live my life for blood
So Lexus, Moff, and I got's to keep Triste near
'Cause blood's supposed to be here
All the times we've sung, all those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again?
All the times we've sung, all those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again?
You're one of my worst fears, is being stuffed in a hearse
Six feet deep getting crushed by the dirt
Bury me wit rings so when I'm plucked from the earth
Every motherfucker see how much it was worth
I see you stressin' my best, misjudgin' of my worst
And all my life put in nothin' but work
Y'all talk about how I was such a big flirt
And I never slowed down 'cause I was fuckin' wit skirts
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I mean since the early days I was cuttin' from church
Y'all talk about things that I've done to my life
You talk about things that I've done to my wife
I know where I'm going so I can come in a crises
'Cause I do this for my niggas, who never get no chedder
For my niggas up state, 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 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 drums
As the man of the house, I got to bring income
All the times we've sung, all those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again?
All the times we've sung, all those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again?
Yo, yo, aiyo, this life I should rock again?
Stand on this motherfuckin' block again?
Almost get shot again, see a lotta men get shot up bad
Back up hobblin' sista out gossipin'
So, rhyme for executives
It's imperative, do it for my jail berg consecutives
Get my messages, hell no
Or my black nigga never live, one room 7 kid
Screamin' mother overhead [Incomprehensible]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
I'm out exhausted, obsolete y'all
But girls will flip like Dominique Daws
I'm not here to teach y'all, just here to reach y'all
If I do my life over, I repeat all
All the times we've sung, all those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again?
All the times we've sung, all those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again?
All the times we've sung, all those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again?
All the times we've sung
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