Lirik Lagu What Do I Gotta Live For - Cam'ron
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I aint got shit to live for anywayYes you doI'll see these niggas in hell anywayYou gotta lot to live forMan fuck all thatI'm sayin, you live for me thenFuck that shitBloodshed, bloodshed, bloodshed...
[Verse 1]Yo, yoI'm ready to stick the gun to my head and bust a clipI want the world to see the blood to drip, pus to dripCrash the car crush the whipAnd it's one time I loved the six, fuck this shitTrust a chick? Never thatIt's only to fuck a bitch to fuck a bitchGirl ran a circus on me Wrangling Brothers tipFuck my connect, fuck I expect, I could get weightI'll take half of his cake, run, I would debateFather had the nerve to tell me I'm a mistakeI said, dad I told my daughter that, I could relateAnd the beef up the hill, is real gettin liveStill sittin by, still gettin highAnd I don't hold my tongueI was wrong enough to tell 'emThat I could stop doing drugs long enough to sell emA proclamation, with intoxication[Ayo Cam' gettin high!] A three rock occasionWhoa, I'm so high, you're so highWhat the fuck these motherfuckers put in my lye??Make a million dollars, yo I could if I triedBut why the fuck I gotta pay him, him, and him?Yo fuck around I'ma spray him, him, and himAnd fuck her when your girl lay, him, him, and himMan, that's why I'ma give it upThe Benz truck driv' it up, every weekend did it upBut tell me why, live for what?
What do I have to live for...What do I have to live for...What do I have to live for...What do I have to live for..
[Verse 2]Yo, yo, yo, I was wishin for knowledgeBut didn't have tuition for collegeSo that mission abolishedStraight street like power, politics, and policy makingGive a fuck how I see bakin, gimme this, gimme thatGimme your hat, gimme your gat, gimme your shitGimme your bricks, gimme your kicksMatter fact you pussy, gimme your bitchCam' is clappin, I'm inCan't negotiate with Samuel JacksonIt's A Time To Kill, what do I do?My girl pregnant, rent is due, the phone is offThe heat is off, no the heat is on niggaIn the street is on, I'm about to beat uponA nigga til they deceased or gone, at least I'm goneWhat do it matter, they just relate to BinnisGirl fucked my man like Jada from InnisBut I play to the finish, got blazed in a blemishLeast I wasn't caged in a clinicIn there, you age in a minuteBut you know the sharks, diplomat ho, we know the artCome through leave your shit wet like Noah's ArkWe order the pies, you sort of a lieYou aint 730 nigga you 'bout a quarter to fiveLife's on the line, wife's goin blindTell me man, god, what type of a signTake a nitrogen nine, man, that's why I'ma give it upWrists stay glittered up, every weekend did it upBut tell me why, live for what
What do I have to live for...What do I have to live for...
[Verse 1]Yo, yoI'm ready to stick the gun to my head and bust a clipI want the world to see the blood to drip, pus to dripCrash the car crush the whipAnd it's one time I loved the six, fuck this shitTrust a chick? Never thatIt's only to fuck a bitch to fuck a bitchGirl ran a circus on me Wrangling Brothers tipFuck my connect, fuck I expect, I could get weightI'll take half of his cake, run, I would debateFather had the nerve to tell me I'm a mistakeI said, dad I told my daughter that, I could relateAnd the beef up the hill, is real gettin liveStill sittin by, still gettin highAnd I don't hold my tongueI was wrong enough to tell 'emThat I could stop doing drugs long enough to sell emA proclamation, with intoxication[Ayo Cam' gettin high!] A three rock occasionWhoa, I'm so high, you're so highWhat the fuck these motherfuckers put in my lye??Make a million dollars, yo I could if I triedBut why the fuck I gotta pay him, him, and him?Yo fuck around I'ma spray him, him, and himAnd fuck her when your girl lay, him, him, and himMan, that's why I'ma give it upThe Benz truck driv' it up, every weekend did it upBut tell me why, live for what?
What do I have to live for...What do I have to live for...What do I have to live for...What do I have to live for..
[Verse 2]Yo, yo, yo, I was wishin for knowledgeBut didn't have tuition for collegeSo that mission abolishedStraight street like power, politics, and policy makingGive a fuck how I see bakin, gimme this, gimme thatGimme your hat, gimme your gat, gimme your shitGimme your bricks, gimme your kicksMatter fact you pussy, gimme your bitchCam' is clappin, I'm inCan't negotiate with Samuel JacksonIt's A Time To Kill, what do I do?My girl pregnant, rent is due, the phone is offThe heat is off, no the heat is on niggaIn the street is on, I'm about to beat uponA nigga til they deceased or gone, at least I'm goneWhat do it matter, they just relate to BinnisGirl fucked my man like Jada from InnisBut I play to the finish, got blazed in a blemishLeast I wasn't caged in a clinicIn there, you age in a minuteBut you know the sharks, diplomat ho, we know the artCome through leave your shit wet like Noah's ArkWe order the pies, you sort of a lieYou aint 730 nigga you 'bout a quarter to fiveLife's on the line, wife's goin blindTell me man, god, what type of a signTake a nitrogen nine, man, that's why I'ma give it upWrists stay glittered up, every weekend did it upBut tell me why, live for what
What do I have to live for...What do I have to live for...
