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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Havoc
Vocals
Prodigy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Maman
Songwriter
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter
Willie Mitchell
Songwriter
James Shaw
Songwriter
Albert J Johnson
Songwriter
Edward Randle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
Producer
Steve Sola
Mixing Engineer
Jay Nicholas
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
(It's real, yeah)
(Right) Here I go again (Right)
Whether I'll win or lose (It's right, oh yeah)
(Wuh!) Whether I'll win or lose (Feel it, baby)
Yes
Another day another, dollar it's about gettin' money
Then you can give me a holla, my nose runny
I've been out in the cold, hustlin' for so long
My hands numb, but bet I feel that paper in my palm
It's like ah, it's on, time to go shoppin'
For cars not fashion, my whips be the bomb
My clothes, be the same sh*t that we had on
And f*ck lookin' cute, save that for the broad
It's the H-A-V-O, C-dump-and-reload
Knock knock, answer that, I'm blastin' through the peephole
Body charges, pay lawyers so we beat those
But get locked and oppressin' lady C.O.'s
And we the only niggas you know, that fuck they P.O.'s
They push our files to the top, you still on parole
We got, money to roll, no time for penitentiaries
Too much dollars to fold, it's bulgin' out our jeans
(Yeah) Here I go again, whether I'll win or lose
But losin' ain't a option girl
My destination is top of the world, top of the world
Here I go again, here I come, win or lose
But losin' ain't a option girl
My destination is top of the world, top of the world, top of the world
Y'all like bitches, the chit-chatterin
Stay not likin' a nigga but givin' dap to him
Hav' don't change for no chick, and they adapt to him
Never get cool with you niggas, I end up clappin' 'em
Federal note fetish, you f*ck with my niggas
Franklin and Grant, get yo' ass blamed with the quickness
Y'all niggas is finished
You overdosin' the world with that cute sh*t
It's time for this realness
Here I go again, lettin' the mac blow
Slugs bubble up in your stomach like lactose
I'ma date shorty, put it up in her backbone
For real, put it on her like jack in a wrapped dome, for real
Know what? We outlive labels, and distributors
We run laps around, a artist on your payroll
Then hop up in a Range Rov', jet black
With the black rims, yo' in her a-hole, uh-oh
Here I go again, whether I'll win or lose
But losin' ain't a option girl
My destination is top of the world, top of the world
Here I go again, here I come, win or lose
But losin' ain't a option girl
My destination is top of the world, top of the world
Here I go again, whether I'll win or lose
Here I go again, here I come, win or lose
Win or lose
Writer(s): Earl Randle, Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Willie Mitchell, James Shaw, Alan Maman
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