Again - Young Blitz, King Louie

Shots get let off in a day, dissect a man with a 'K

Lord forgive me got to pray, left all that ammo in my prey

Witnesses won’t even matter, I’m high off revenge and gun powder

Chopper fry em like batter, clip longer than a ladder

Cruising in that black Mulsanne, smoking propane while I gettin' brain

CB4K MUBU gang, open heads go through a lane

Niggas racked they gon' get wacked, they ain’t 100 that’s a fact

My belt cost a stack, all I smoke is loud pack, you show out you get clapped

Roll up the dough of the bitches, most of my bitches like bitches

Load up and slide on them niggas, stay dressed like the feds taking pictures

All these ounces I’m a wizard, my wrist that bitch look like a blizzard

Mixin' Mo' with the Ace, got that pole in the place, put a hole in your face

Bitch on my dick, I’m the shit, I’m the man

Niggas talk shit but my clique we gone blam

Man up I band up I man up I band up I man up I band up and do it again (x2)

Might spend some racks on a lot of gats

Everyday I smoke a lot of gas

Sit down your five dollar ass

Before you get changed like an outfit

The J’s I got on ain’t out yet

Bitch I smoke dirt like that loud pack

Rolling up yoppers, got 30's and 40's

We’ll put his ass in a body bag

My name is Louie but they call me Tony

Your bitch love to hear LouGotti rap

The niggas I’m with got body counts

My bitch Nina got a naughty mouth

That bitch a squirter, we gone shoot it out

She say she on, so I’m cool with mouth

Act up, we bring them Uzis out

Face shots, brains oozing out

Pull them racks out, then throw them bitches

Fuck them niggas, I don’t know them niggas

Fuck around and have foe 'nem poke them niggas

They ain’t dressed in pictures, bro 'nem tote them pistols

You can miss me with the foolery

Want your bitch, I told her Google me

Bitch you can skate on my jewelry

I stay with money like its cool with me

Man up I band up and do it again

Do it again

Do it again

Man up I band up and do it again

Do it again