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Man I fucked alotta bitches man (true)Made a lotta money (true)Made a lotta enemies (true)Would I do this shit all over again, I dunnoThat's a good question, would you do your life over again? (You right about that)I know I fuck fat ass Tasha one more time if I have nothing else to doI fuck that bitch one more time, that ass was fat[Verse 1]Yo, shorty get a desk and chairNow wit the guess appearBut if you knew my life you'd shed a tear whereFrom the fucked up scar to the tough luck barTo my cousin fightin chapters in a crushed up carI handled live beef from the pluriel I beefCapeshe a few cats tried to muirelize me (for what)Cause I drive a fresh benz and collect endsBut I lost brothers some best friendsWord life, we all bredgrenBut we all speak and nobody budginCause we all stubbrinYeah, we let the hate riseGive each other fake fivesLook back periphieal give each other snake eyesTrue in all sequals (true)You too of all peopleGuess they right money is the root of all peopleA nigga front on them though I triggered at em'I don't know Big it's just the type of nigga I amI live my life a thugLive my life wit drugs (drugs)Fuck everybody else I live my life for BloodSo Lexus, Moff I got's to keep Triste nearCause Blood suppost to be here (cause blood suppost to be here)[Chorus]When comes a songAll those crimes we've doneAll those times was fun but would you do it again?When comes a songAll those crimes we've doneAll those times was fun but would you do it again?[Verse 2]Uh,One of my worst fears, is being stuffed in a hearseSix feet deep being crushed my the earthBury me wit rings so when I'm plucked from the earthEvery mothafucka see how much it was worth (we makin money)Oh you stressin my best misjudgin of my worstAnd all my life put in nothin but workY'all talk about how I was such a big flirtI never slowed down cause I was fuckin wit skirtsI mean since the early days I was cuttin from churchY'all talk about things I've done to my lifeYou talk about things that I've done to my wifeI know where I'm going so I can come in a cris'isI do this for my niggas, who never get no chedderFor my niggas up state, that'll never get a letterFor my vitally sick, that would never get no betterFor my niggas in the cold, that would never get a sweaterFor the life I lead, things I doneA nigga went to school I had to bring my gunA nigga had to hustle I had to slung them drums (I feel you man)As the man of the house I had to bring income[Chorus]When comes a songAll those crimes we've doneAll those times was fun but would you do it again?When comes a songAll those crimes we've doneAll those times was fun but would you do it again?[Verse 3]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 alotta men get shot up bad Back up hobbilin sista out gossipin (get em' to the hospital)So I don't rhyme for excutivesIt's imparitive do it for my jailberg consecutivesGet my messages, hell noOr my block nigga never live, one room 7 kidScreamin mother overhead two plates, one fork sour milk and a loaf of breadBut I shook it off smiled of course kidMy girl wildout on some child support shitI'm out exhausted obselete y'all (y'all)But girls will flip like Dominique DawsI'm not here to teach yall, just here to reach yallIf I do my life over, I repeat all[Chorus]When comes a songAll those crimes we've doneAll those times was fun, but would you do it again?When comes a songAll those crimes we've doneAll those times was fun but would you do it again?[repeat 2 times]more