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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Havoc
Havoc
Vocals
Prodigy
Prodigy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Maman
Alan Maman
Songwriter
Kejuan Muchita
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter
Willie Mitchell
Willie Mitchell
Songwriter
James Shaw
James Shaw
Songwriter
Albert J Johnson
Albert J Johnson
Songwriter
Edward Randle
Edward Randle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer
Steve Sola
Steve Sola
Mixing Engineer
Jay Nicholas
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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