Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Here We Go Again , by - Lil Keke. Song from the album Birds Fly South, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 10.03.2003
Record label: Avarice
Song language: English
Here We Go Again |
| 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 |
| 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, niggas 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 |
| These niggas 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 niggas, gon be snitching |
| Oh you rights done rocked up, you better be glocked up |
| Cause niggas 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 |
| I pray to the Lord, for this soul of mine |
| I’ve been chasing down the clock, he got me stuck up in time |
| Niggas 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 |
| Niggas 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 |