PRIME SUSPECTS

PRIME SUSPECTS - Here I Go Again lyrics

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(feat. 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 [x2]

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 x4]

[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 x4]

[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 x6]

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