Do It Again

[Intro: Cam'ron] Man, I fucked a lot of bitches, man (True) Made a lot of money (True) Made a lot of enemies (True) Would I do this shit all over again? I dunno That's a good question (You right about that) Would you do your life over again? I know I'd fuck fat ass Tasha one more time if I have nothing else to do I'd fuck that bitch one more time, that ass 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 fucked up scar to the tough luck bar To my cousin's final chapters in a crushed up car A hero I be, from the plural I.V.'s, capiche? 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 evil A nigga front on them though, I trigger the M I don't know, guess it's just the type of nigga I am I live my life a thug Live my life with drugs Fuck everybody else, I live my life for Blood So 'Lexis, Muff, and I gott' keep trees near 'Cause Blood supposed to be here [Hook: Destiny's Child] All them dimes we slung All those crimes we've done All those times was fun But would you do it again? All them dimes we slung 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 mothafucka see how much it was worth (We makin' money) I see y'all discussing my best, misjudging my worst And all my life, put in nothing but work Don't talk about how I was such a big flirt I never slowed down 'cause I was fuckin' 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 niggas who never get no cheddar For my niggas Upstate, 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 sling them jumbs (I feel you, man) As the man of the house, I had to bring income [Chorus: Destiny's Child] All them dimes we slung All those crimes we've done All those times was fun But would you do it again? All them dimes we slung All those crimes we've done All those times was fun But would you do it again? [Verse 3: Cam'ron] 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 a lotta 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 jailbird consecutive Get my messages? Hell no On my block, nigga never live, one room, 7 kids 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 shit 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 [Chorus: Destiny's Child] All them dimes we slung All those crimes we've done All those times was fun But would you do it again? All them dimes we slung All those crimes we've done All those times was fun But would you do it again? All them dimes we slung All those crimes we've done All those times was fun But would you do it again? All them dimes we slung All those crimes we've done All those times was fun But would you do it again?