Lyrics Do It Again - Lil' Keke , Z-RO
Sweet
God,
let
that
man
come
forward
(That's
the
man),
who
will
come
open
up
his
soul
Hallelujah
my
friends,
be
with
him
(that's
the
man,
that's
the
man)
Did
it
all
for
money,
yes
I
did
yes
I
did
For
the
love
of
money
And
I'd
do
it
again,
(I'd
do
it
again)
I'd
do
it
again,
(I'd
do
it
again)
For
the
love
of
money,
(I'd
do
it
again)
I'd
do
it
again,
(fucking
right
I
would
do
it
again)
For
the
love
of
power,
(I'd
do
it
again)
I'd
do
it
again,
(I'd
do
it
again)
For
the
love
of
respect,
(I'd
do
it
again)
I'd
do
it
again,
(fucking
right
I
would
do
it
again)
Right
here
where
the
game
at,
still
hard
can't
change
that
Feel
good
cause
I'm
still
hood,
I
came
up
and
then
came
back
We
scratching
them
real
jars,
running
ducking
them
steel
bars
Stay
away
from
them
FED
boys,
cause
I
don't
need
that
FED
charge
Love
for
the
money
I'm
closing
in,
fuck
these
niggaz
I'm
'pose
to
win
If
it's
all
for
the
power
and
the
street
respect,
Young
Don
right
here
and
I'll
do
it
again
Me
and
my
mama
we
felt
the
pain,
check
didn't
come
but
it
'pose
to
came
Got
me
staring
at
the
sky
like
it's
'pose
to
rain,
I
was
born
in
the
game
I
ain't
'pose
to
change
Hear
me
Lord
from
up
above,
trapped
on
the
streets
I'm
still
a
thug
I
done
done
everythang
that
a
man
could
do,
so
I
stand
here
today
need
nothing
but
love
Real
O.G.'s
that
kept
it
strong,
young
Don
Ke
just
hold
his
own
If
I
lost
everything
I'd
do
it
again,
cause
I'm
7-13
till
I'm
dead
and
gone
No
pot
to
piss
in,
that's
what
I
come
from
And
God,
I
ain't
never
met
a
man
I'ma
run
from
Especially
if
I
was
wet,
smoking
that
dumb-dumb
Fuck
police,
beat
em
up
whenever
some
dumb
One
deep
for
life,
understand
that
homie
My
gun
always,
where
my
hand
at
homie
I'm
a
five
deuce
hoover
Crip
Grooving
till
the
world
stop
moving,
you
ain't
even
gotta
ask
that
homie
Shot
a
couple
of
niggaz,
couple
niggaz
shot
me
Who
the
fuck
told
the
FEDs,
my
nigga
not
me
I'm
in
the
penitentiary,
and
I
don't
know
a
nigga
named
Scott
But
I
still
got
away,
scott-free
I,
got
so
much
love
in
these
streets
Yeah
the
motherfucker
hit
75
times,
that
it
ain't
no
plugging
them
heats
But
if
it's
gonna
feed
my
family,
I'd
do
it
again
Kick
your
door
wide
open,
I'd
do
it
again
Fuck
hell
homie,
I'ma
go
through
it
again
This
merking
season,
I'm
in
the
bluest
again
Slipping
outside,
I'd
never
do
it
again
I
deserve
to
be
rich,
and
I'ma
prove
it
again
Hard
as
I
go
too,
you
best
you
to
get
in
I
just
found
my
mind,
but
I'ma
lose
it
again
And
when
I
find
it,
I'ma
do
it
again
Living
my
life
I
ain't
taste
it
yet,
based
on
me
I'ma
place
the
bet
8-1
double
0 that's
my
set,
still
rep
my
hood
with
no
regret
Been
through
a
lot
still
love
the
game,
do
it
all
again
don't
sweat
the
pain
Did
it
all
for
the
money
and
the
love
the
same,
for
the
cost
of
living
and
the
price
of
fame
Young
Don
Ke
still
rich
and
black,
7-13
they
brought
me
back
Hear
them
boys
on
the
sideline
hating
and
all,
but
I'm
still
in
the
game
homie
where
you
at
S.U.C.
still
getting
it
on,
rest
in
peace
to
the
G's
that's
gone
Dedicate
this
song
right
here
to
Screw,
how'd
you
think
a
young
fool
here
touch
the
zone
15
years
I
kept
it
strong,
never
let
a
hater
nigga
touch
the
chrome
Was
a
real
O.G.
when
I
wrote
this
song,
cause
I
gave
my
life
to
that
microphone
Shout
to
the
G's
who
want
the
power,
stand
up
tall
nigga
watch
me
tower
Do
it
for
the
real
and
not
the
cowards,
it's
24-7
and
a
extra
hour
I'd
do
it
again
For
the
love
of
money,
I'd
do
it
again
For
the
love
of
power,
I'd
do
it
again
For
the
love
of
respect,
I'd
do
it
again
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