[Hook x2]

Here we go again, living life on the run

Here we go again, they got me riding with my gun

Here we go again, man this shit is a trip

Here we go, again



[Lil' Keke]

How the hell you gon win, looking at ten in the Penn

Living in sin, bout to go back again

Ducking the government, and running from the sleigh

Got money to infiltrate, and I still ain't straight

It's a hard life, when you depend on love

It ain't no way for you to change, you was born a thug

You ain't ready for the war, these streets'll eat you alive

Trying to get all that I can get, because I wanna survive

They say pressure bust the pipes, shit they speaking the truth

I probably been pulled a trigga, if I didn't have loot

I'm from the bottom, niggaz and killas baby we got em

Dope fiends and crumb snatchers, that's straight riding

Couldn't even see myself, trying to do it again

Gotta be ready for whatever, in the places I've been

This shit a trip mayn, but I ain't gon even let it worry me

A soldier for life, true to the game you heard me



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[Lil' Keke]

These niggaz hating and jacking, so it's official

Everytime I ride, I'm strapped with fo' nickel

Times getting tough, and FED's getting rough

I stay on the mash, cause I ain't never got enough

Trying to make it through the storm, so I could see the other side

A nigga be dead, without his nuts and his pride

This game worldwide, I take it how it come

We living so raw, up in the city that I'm from

Each and every year, the system is start switching

Seven out of ten of these niggaz, gon be snitching

Oh you rights done rocked up, you better be glocked up

Cause niggaz go for broke, when the traffic is stopped up

For real, I'm talking boys getting shot

I know your hood off the chain, but these streets is hot

It's a mad shame, in this shife dirty game

We black and caught up, with nobody to blame



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[Lil' Keke]

I pray to the Lord, for this soul of mine

I've been chasing down the clock, he got me stuck up in time

Niggaz living for the fame, I want the money and power

And I promised my old man, I wouldn't be no coward

So I'm living my dream, yeah a neighborhood legend

Steaks on the plate, I ain't got time for the begging

My family is fed, with nice sheets on the bed

Artillery and surveillance, glocks with infrared

Niggaz want me dead, but I'm far from scared

Cause I swear, I'ma come where you lay your head

Cause I'm a outlaw nigga, catch the straight feeling

All about charges, hustle for a living

My testimony, is to never be phony

Lil' Keke the Don, CMG the one and only

I place a nice bet, that I'm a ghetto vet

And it's Herschel Wood for life, representing my set



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