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There I Go Again (feat. Ron Isley)

Mobb Deep

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Music Video

Mobb Deep - Infamy (Clean Album) (2001) - 16. There I Go Again (Feat. Ron Isley)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mobb Deep
Mobb Deep
Performer
Ronald Isley
Ronald Isley
Vocals
Havoc
Havoc
Vocals
Prodigy
Prodigy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Albert Johnson
Albert Johnson
Songwriter
Kejuan Muchita
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter
Scott Storch
Scott Storch
Songwriter
Jonathan Williams
Jonathan Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Oscar Monsalve
Oscar Monsalve
Assistant Engineer
Frank Zago
Frank Zago
Assistant Engineer
Jamie Garcia
Jamie Garcia
Assistant Engineer
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer
Halsey Quemere
Halsey Quemere
Assistant Engineer
Jonathan Williams
Jonathan Williams
Mixing Engineer
Ronald Odum
Ronald Odum
Assistant Producer
Scott Storch
Scott Storch
Producer
Steve Sola
Steve Sola
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, know what I'm sayin'? Straight burncuits, baby Yeah, give it to 'em raw, uncut Turn them headphones up No doubt son, no problem Creepin' it though, baby It's gangsta, the truth gonna come to the level Yo, as this blood flow through my veins I stand before this mic with a stepped up game Some things, when I look, how they never gonna change It ain't a thing, niggas wild, then I'm cockin' that thing 'Cuz you know with every action there's a reaction And there's no known cure when I'm sick with the clappin' How many times it have to happen, niggas talkin' like they generals They just mere captains The streets there's rules, slugs hit 'em with infractions And then there's Hollywood, if you want some fuckin' acting You got these niggas out mis-representin' they hood Give 'em heart now they icin', I'm like nigga what's good? 'Cuz you know how I get with these macks and these techs Blaze 'em down gives a fuck about the next nigga rep Play around find yourself getting' cheated by death Man gone and believe me dog it happened to the best You know a nigga, I be tryin' to chill But now then I'ma hafta run these niggas a drill (No doubt) There comes a time in every nigga life When he's face to face with that ole', kill or be killed And here I go again, grabbin' my steel 'Cuz now then I'ma hafta run these niggas a drill (Run 'em) There come a time in ever nigga life When he's face to face with that ole', kill or be killed Ay, yo, don't make me have to body something Fuck you and what you known for, to me you're nothin' I don't see why in the world to me you frontin'? And if you was that nigga then you still mean nothing Homes, my gun is bustin' (What?) Fuck all y'all niggas my stomach is touchin' And I be right there on Murdle Ave, come through You bitch ass niggas wouldn't know what to do I get bullet proof love, pounds and hugs You get extorted by the thugs that grew up in your hood You get killed fuckin' with P, you really should Not do that, I use that, lugar good, catch a bad one Ran Dunn raggity, you got fucked up and left for dead in the street Yo, who wants it with Hav? Who want it with P? Not near one of y'all and I put that on me But if You know a nigga, I be tryin' to chill But now then I'ma hafta run these niggas a drill (No doubt) There comes a time in every nigga life When he's face to face with that ole', kill or be killed And here I go again, grabbin' my steel 'Cuz now then I'ma hafta run these niggas a drill (Run 'em) There come a time in ever nigga life When he's face to face with that ole', kill or be killed Yo, believe me dog there's more than Cockin' and squeezin' and afterward That nigga still be breathin' And who gonna snitch if you lucky to leave it then? For a reward nigga just might turn you in I take it further and I might just murder him That mouthpiece all together, I'm curbin' him It's very clear and there's nothin' to blur my lens It's very real, ain't got no time to pretend Yo, feelin' it thugs, I dump a magazine on you Dunn I'll run up on you niggas with the master glove Dunn, there's nothin' for me to snap and get on tilt I know it's nothin' for you, the pain to have me killed I respect the laws of war and love, I live by them shits Y'all niggas not ready for this You not knowin' how you about to get your head crushed Spray it Dunn, straight out, shit it when them guns come out You know a nigga, I be tryin' to chill But now then I'ma hafta run these niggas a drill (No doubt) There comes a time in every nigga life When he's face to face with that ole', kill or be killed And here I go again, grabbin' my steel 'Cuz now then I'ma hafta run these niggas a drill (Run 'em) There come a time in ever nigga life When he's face to face with that ole', kill or be killed You know a nigga, I be tryin' to chill But now then I'ma hafta run these niggas a drill (No doubt) There comes a time in every nigga life When he's face to face with that ole', kill or be killed And here I go again, grabbin' my steel 'Cuz now then I'ma hafta run these niggas a drill (Run 'em) There come a time in ever nigga life When he's face to face with that ole', kill or be killed We've got to learn to swallow our pride It's hard just to let things ride Maybe one day things will change As of right now, let me show you something We've got to learn to swallow our pride It's hard just to let things ride Maybe one day things will change As of right now, let me show you something We've got to learn to swallow our pride It's hard just to let things ride Maybe one day things will change As of right now, let me show you something We've got to learn to swallow our pride It's hard just to let things ride Maybe one day things will change As of right now, let me show you something We've got to learn to swallow our pride It's hard just to let things ride Maybe one day things will change As of right now, let me show you something We've got to learn to swallow our pride It's hard just to let things ride Maybe one day things will change As of right now, let me show you something
Writer(s): Kejuan Muchita, J. Williams, Albert Johnson, Scott Storch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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