Daz Dillinger - Time and Time Again lyrics

(*talking*) Yeah, let me count that up right there Real sh**, know I mean, you know I mean, what's up Z-Ro Yeah, this a real one, inhale that sh** n***a [Hook] Time and time again I get caught up, trying to make those ends In my liiiiiife, cause everything I do Is a criiiiime, what else could I do I would like, to make a change But being broke, will make a n***a stay the same In my liiiiiife, tell me what to do At least I grind, what else could I do [Daz] I never ever ever ever, did nobody ever wrong Will I live, with a n***a be bumping my song Will my soul live, forever or will it be gone Will I journey on, will I journey on My journey was swift and thick Came up in the game, slanging these rhymes to get rich Fifty thousand, to a hundred thousand I perfected my housing, now me and my n***as is cold cold lounging Roll a Five Hundred Wagon, we blasting the morgue Cause body bagging, back to the hood cause we sagging I ain't asking for no handout, see my demands bout That's when I planned out, see I just cash out Make sure it's all there, Dat n***a Daz out Now I'm swerving and swerving n***a, without a doubt It's just another day, just for the D-A-Z Or it just another day, got me just being a G Be so easily spoken, my minds are open My eyes are open, I keep smoking And spilling that mud leaning, me and my n***as we super thugs b**h, who the f** that you thought it was [Hook] [Z-Ro] I'ma pledge allegiance, to this crooked a** game Walking backwards through this rhythm this nation, without a name I don't need to be known, I just to be living like it Cause I come from Holiday, there's no other prison like it I f** with n***as like Chill, and the Don Keke Cause not only are they k**as, they be about they currency Somebody told me Z-Ro, get your a** up and go Get a job but my job, got to be filling out applications it's hard For a young black male, to stack male But do it legal, without the help of a crack sale That's asking too much, cause my people having it rough That's just your ghetto, everyday average stuff From California to Texas, people are restless and they starving Like predators after the prey, they gon come barging Just like the police, you might as well call us the Fed Because we running sh** undercover, but making our bread [Hook] [Thug Dirt] I'm trying to make it, but the world want me to take it Sticky sticky I'm getting stuck, in a crazy situation Should I get a job a car and a wife, or chrome with cookies On the corner, this is my life I often wish it was easy, but the road so cold I make one and pay three, I gots to make two mo' And coming short don't add up, n***as wanna agg' up Unco*k the gun lil' n***a, put the mask up I ain't k**ing no mo', I gots to find another way I got people locked down, ain't seen the light of day I'm struggling right now, I still gots to get paid God please help me, men my wicked ways I'm trudging through the mud, trying to make it to the concrete But I'm sinking, can't see my feet Thug Dirt guilty or acquitted, I'ma push it to the limit In the dark, hit the lights so I could finish, yeah [Hook]