Jim Jones - Do It Again lyrics

[Intro: Cam'ron] Man I f**ed a lot of b**hes man (true) Made a lot of money (true) Made a lot of enemies (true) Would I do this sh** all over again, I dunno That's a good question, (You right about that) would you do your life over again? I know I f** fat a** Tasha one more time if I have nothing else to do I f** that b**h one more time, that a** was fat [Verse 1: Cam'ron] 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 f**ed up scar to the tough luck bar To my cousin fightin 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 people A n***a front on them though I trigger the M I don't know guess it's just the type of n***a I am I live my life a thug Live my life with d** f** everybody else, I live my life for Blood So Lexus, [?] and I got keep trees near Cause Blood supposed to be here [Hook: Destiny's Child] (x2) All them rhymes we sung All those crimes we've done All those times was fun But would you do it again? [Verse 2: Jim Jones] 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 mothaf**a see how much it was worth (we makin money) I see y'all discussing my best misjudging of 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 f**in 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 n***as, who never get no cheddar For my n***as upstate, that'll never get a letter For my vitally sick, that would never get no better For my n***as in the cold, that would never get a sweater For the life I lead, things I done A n***a went to school I had to bring my gun A n***a had to hustle I had to sling them jumbs (I feel you man) As the man of the house I had to bring income [Hook: Destiny's Child] (x2) [Verse 3: Cam'ron] Yo, this life I should rock again? (huh) Stand on this mothaf**in 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 jail bird consecutive Get my messages, hell no On my block n***a never live, one room 7 kid 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 sh** 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 [Hook: Destiny's Child] (x4) [Production by Darrell "Digga" Branch]