Cam'ron

Cam'ron - Do It Again lyrics

Man I fucked alotta bitches man (true)

Made a lotta money (true)

Made a lotta enemies (true)

Would I do this shit all over again, I dunno

That's a good question, would you do your life over again?

(You right about that)

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

<i>[Verse 1]</i>

Yo, shorty get a desk and chair

Now wit the guess 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 fightin chapters in a crushed up car

I handled live beef from the pluriel I beef

Capeshe a few cats tried to muirelize me (for what)

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 (true)

You too of all people

Guess they right money is the root of all people

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 (drugs)

Fuck everybody else I live my life for Blood

So Lexus, Moff I got's to keep Triste near

Cause Blood suppost to be here (cause blood suppost to be here)

<i>[Chorus]</i>

When comes a song

All those crimes we've done

All those times was fun but would you do it again?

When comes a song

All those crimes we've done

All those times was fun but would you do it again?

<i>[Verse 2]</i>

Uh,

One of my worst fears, is being stuffed in a hearse

Six feet deep being crushed my the earth

Bury me wit rings so when I'm plucked from the earth

Every mothafucka see how much it was worth (we makin money)

Oh 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

I never slowed down cause I was fuckin wit 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 so I can come in a cris'is

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, things I done

A nigga went to school I had to bring my gun

A nigga had to hustle I had to slung them drums (I feel you man)

As the man of the house I had to bring income

<i>[Chorus]</i>

When comes a song

All those crimes we've done

All those times was fun but would you do it again?

When comes a song

All those crimes we've done

All those times was fun but would you do it again?

<i>[Verse 3]</i>

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 hobbilin sista out gossipin (get em' to the hospital)

So I don't rhyme for excutives

It's imparitive do it for my jailberg consecutives

Get my messages, hell no

Or my block nigga never live, one room 7 kid

Screamin mother overhead two plates, one fork sour milk and a loaf of bread

But I shook it off smiled of course kid

My girl wildout on some child support shit

I'm out exhausted obselete y'all (y'all)

But girls will flip like Dominique Daws

I'm not here to teach yall, just here to reach yall

If I do my life over, I repeat all

<i>[Chorus]</i>

When comes a song

All those crimes we've done

All those times was fun, but would you do it again?

When comes a song

All those crimes we've done

All those times was fun but would you do it again?

<i>[repeat 2 times]</i>

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