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Prime Suspects - Here I Go Again lyrics
featuring Mo B. Dick Mr. Serv On [Mr. Serv On] Whats happenin new? [New 9] What's happenin Serv? [Mr. Serv On] What you doin nigga? [New 9] Man I ain't doin nothin just chillin. Layin back in this bitch. In this cold heartless ass world. [Mr. Serv On] Nigga pass the weed to a nigga baby. Chorus This world got me heartless That's why I hit the weed leave my middle finger up, I give a fuck (2X) Dear God tell me, how many times During the course of a day for ????? my life I gotta say a prayer for myself Or tell me, how many nights My mama gotta lay awake cryin starin at my picture on the shelf But if you ask me Some of you niggas instead of hating You need to be anticipating and find the bullet that's waitin for ya Do I feel for ya, I'm heartless I feel for people like my girl Cheryl who lost her brother Travis to these streets Can you imagine, having to identify your little brother that's laying beneath some sheets I don't think so Or what about this hoe That tried to tell me about a nigga that I came up with since diapers Serv watch yourself he don't like ya Or what about these niggas on my block that know I made it out All this dope you niggas done sold in the hood you still ain't bought your mama a house But believe me niggas I love you till my dying day But if you try to take me from my family I'm a bang you in a fuckin heartless way Chorus (4X) [New 9] I just got out last night so it's like a cycle Even though I know shit always don't go they way you want it to go I proceed to be a nigga I need, it's only real It's money making plans to demand at center field And shit's real and right now everything is tight I got to pack a gun but if I get caught it's my third strike I'm strapped up, my tennis too tight, that's how I'm living A nigga on a mission, anything in my way, I'm killing That's my mentality right, me and my niggas be quick to fight Type of niggas you don't wanna cross if you kinda value your life Whether wrong or right, I got a pocket full of rocks and I'm on a block Smokin weed with my niggas, last thing I wanna see is a cop On patrol, some dicksuckers roll, the heck is up I'm heartless so I point my middle finger cause I don't give a fuck I'm strapped up and on parole, I gotta fight to stay out of the penn The same shit happened last year, here I go again [Mr. Serv-On] Chorus 4X [Uzi] Mercy mercy me, Lord forgive me for the wrong I've done Ghetto child with a crooked smile I had a rough one This life full of plenty hurt, so soft and pain Consequences of the game but I had to maintain Step on toes, I'm ready to ride or roll over I'm a kill for a meal, lay back and smoke some doja But I know what go around come around good Knock on wood and it's understood I'm stayin young at twenty one life full of regret Ten commandments say don't kill but I done left some folks wet I got the blood of a dead man on my hand We goin clash again in soldier land Mm hmm [Glock] Now am I wrong when I want to bust your motherfuckin dome Got that blues song stuck, scratch on you ain't coming home I let it ride cause I know he be fake But fuck that he cross my family, this nigga's done took the cake Stop the record just start it up you can find him in the lake Have your people fucked up sayin I just saw him yesterday See that's real and I know you motherfuckers can relate It's written down in ghetto law and taught by this ghetto church That's why my hollow keeps me strapped, cause it be too late Cause in a minute all this shit bout to be in one way [Mo B. Dick] Here I go again [Mr. Serv-On] Chorus 6X |
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