Prime Suspects - Here I Go Again lyrics

[Mr. Serv-On] Whats happenin new? [New 9] What's happenin Serv? [Mr. Serv-On] What you doin n***a? [New 9] Man I ain't doin nothin, just chillin Layin back in this b**h In this cold heartless a** world [Mr. Serv-On] n***a pa** the weed to a n***a baby Chorus This world got me heartless That's why I hit the weed Leave my middle finger up, I give a f** (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***as 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 n***a That I came up with since diapers Serv watch yourself he don't like ya Or what about these n***as on my block That know I made it out All this dope you n***as done sold in the hood You still ain't bought Your mama a house But believe me n***as 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**in heartless way Chorus (4X) [New 9] I just got out last night so it's like a cycle Even though I know sh** always don't go they way you want it to go I proceed to be a n***a I need, it's only real It's money making plans to demand at center field And sh**'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***a on a mission, anything in my way, I'm k**ing That's my mentality right, me and my n***as be quick to fight Type of n***as 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***as, last thing I wanna see is a cop On patrol, some dicks**ers roll, the heck is up I'm heartless so I point my middle finger cause I don't give a f** I'm strapped up and on parole, I gotta fight to stay out of the penn The same sh** 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 k** 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 k** 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**in 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** that he cross my family, this n***a's done took the cake Stop the record just start it up you can find him in the lake Have your people f**ed up sayin I just saw him yesterday See that's real and I know you motherf**ers 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** bout to be in one way [Mo B. Dick] Here I go again [Mr. Serv-On] Chorus 6X