Do It Again (Album Version) (Clean Version)

Do It Again - Cam'ron/Destiny's Child/Jimmy Jones
Man I f**ked alotta b**ches man  true
Made a lotta money  true
Made a lotta enemies  true
Would I do this sh*t all over again  I dunno
That's a good question  would you do your life over again
I know I f**k fat a** Tasha one more time if I have nothing else to do
I f**k that b**ch one more time  that a** was fat
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 f**ked 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 ni**a front on them though I triggered at em'
I don't know Big it's just the type of ni**a I am
I live my life a thug
Live my life wit drugs  drugs
F**k 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
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
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 mothaf**ka see how much it was worth  you 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 f**kin 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 ni**a went to school I had to bring my gun
A ni**a had to hustle I had to slung them drums  I feel you man
As the man of the house I had to bring income
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
Yo  this life I should rock again   huh
Stand on this mothaf**kin 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 ni**a 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 sh*t
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
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