[Intro: Cam'ron]
Man, I fucked a lot of bitches, man (True)
Made a lot of money (True)
Made a lot of enemies (True)
Would I do this shit all over again? I dunno
That's a good question (You right about that)
Would you do your life over again?
I know I'd fuck fat ass Tasha one more time if I have nothing else to do
I'd fuck that bitch one more time, that ass was fat
[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
Yo, shorty get a desk and chair
Now let the guest appear
But if you knew my life, you'd shed a tear where
From the fucked up scar to the tough luck bar
To my cousin's final chapters in a crushed up car
A hero I be, from the plural I.V.'s, capiche?
A few cats tried to muralize me (For what?)
'Cause I drive a fresh Benz and collect ends
But I lost brothers and best friends
Word life, we all brethren
But we don't speak and ain't nobody budgin'
'Cause we all stubborn
Yeah, we let the hate rise
Give each other fake fives
Look back peripheral, give each other snake eyes
True in all sequels (True)
You too of all people
Guess they right, money is the root of all evil
A nigga front on them though, I trigger the M
I don't know, guess it's just the type of nigga I am
I live my life a thug
Live my life with drugs
Fuck everybody else, I live my life for Blood
So 'Lexis, Muff, and I gott' keep trees near
'Cause Blood supposed to be here
[Hook: Destiny's Child]
All them dimes we slung
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun
But would you do it again?
All them dimes we slung
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun
But would you do it again?
[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
Uh
One of my worst fears, is being stuffed in a hearse
Six feet deep, getting crushed by the dirt
Bury me with rings, so when I'm plucked from the Earth
Every mothafucka see how much it was worth (We makin' money)
I see y'all discussing my best, misjudging my worst
And all my life, put in nothing but work
Don't talk about how I was such a big flirt
I never slowed down 'cause I was fuckin' with skirts
I mean, since the early days, I was cuttin' from church
Y'all talk about things I've done to my life
You talk about things that I've done to my wife
I know where I'm going, second coming of Christ
I do this for my niggas who never get no cheddar
For my niggas Upstate, that'll never get a letter
For my vitally sick, that would never get no better
For my niggas in the cold, that would never get a sweater
For the life I lead, things I done
A nigga went to school, I had to bring my gun
A nigga had to hustle, I had to sling them jumbs (I feel you, man)
As the man of the house, I had to bring income
[Chorus: Destiny's Child]
All them dimes we slung
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun
But would you do it again?
All them dimes we slung
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun
But would you do it again?
[Verse 3: Cam'ron]
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 a lotta men get shot up bad
Back up hobblin', sister out gossipin' (Get 'em to the hospital)
So I don't rhyme for executives
It's imperative, do it for my jailbird consecutive
Get my messages? Hell no
On my block, nigga never live, one room, 7 kids
Screamin' mother overhead, no one fed
Two plates, one fork, sour milk and a loaf of bread
But I shook it off, smiled, of course, kid
My girl wild out on some child support shit
Out exhausted, obsolete, y'all (Y'all)
But girls will flip like Dominique Dawes
I'm not here to teach y'all, just here to reach y'all
If I do my life over, I'd repeat all
[Chorus: Destiny's Child]
All them dimes we slung
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun
But would you do it again?
All them dimes we slung
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun
But would you do it again?
All them dimes we slung
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun
But would you do it again?
All them dimes we slung
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun
But would you do it again?
