Eey-I-Oh

CAM'RON

Miscellaneous

Do It Again

Feat Destiny's Child &Jimmy Jones

Man I f**ked alotta b***hes man

True

Made a lotta money

True

Made a lotta enemies

True

Would I do this s**t all over again I dunno

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

You right about that

I know I f**k fat a*s Tasha one more time if I have nothing else to do

I f**k that b***h one more time that a*s 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 n***a front on them though I triggered at 'em

I don't know Big it's just the type of n***a I am

I live my life a thug

Live my life wit d**gs

D**gs

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

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 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 n***as who never get no chedder

For my n***as up state 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 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 n***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 s**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