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prime suspects - here i go again lyrics

featuring mo b. d-ck mr. serv on

[mr. serv on]
whats happenin new?
[new 9]
what’s happenin serv?
[mr. serv on]
what you doin n-gg-?
[new 9]
man i ain’t doin nothin just chillin.
layin back in this b-tch.
in this cold heartless -ss world.
[mr. serv on]
n-gg- p-ss the weed to a n-gg- baby.

chorus
this world got me heartless
that’s why i hit the weed
leave my middle finger up, i give a f-ck (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 n-gg-s instead of hating
you need to be antic-p-ting
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 n-gg-
that i came up with since diapers
serv watch yourself he don’t like ya
or what about these n-gg-s on my block
that know i made it out
all this dope you n-gg-s done sold in the hood
you still ain’t bought
your mama a house
but believe me n-gg-s i love you till my dying day
but if you try to take me from my family
i’m a bang you in a f-ckin heartless way

chorus (4x)

[new 9]
i just got out last night so it’s like a cycle
even though i know sh-t always don’t go they way you want it to go
i proceed to be a n-gg- i need, it’s only real
it’s money making plans to demand at center field
and sh-t’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 n-gg- on a mission, anything in my way, i’m killing
that’s my mentality right, me and my n-gg-s be quick to fight
type of n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s, last thing i wanna see is a cop
on patrol, some d-cksuckers roll, the heck is up
i’m heartless so i point my middle finger cause i don’t give a f-ck
i’m strapped up and on parole, i gotta fight to stay out of the penn
the same sh-t 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 motherf-ckin dome
got that blues song stuck, scratch on you ain’t coming home
i let it ride cause i know he be fake
but f-ck that he cross my family, this n-gg-‘s done took the cake
stop the record just start it up you can find him in the lake
have your people f-cked up sayin i just saw him yesterday
see that’s real and i know you motherf-ckers 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 sh-t bout to be in one way

[mo b. d-ck]
here i go again

[mr. serv-on]
chorus 6x

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