Cam'Ron - What I Gotta Live For lyrics

rate me

I ain't got shit to live for anyway

Yes you do

I see these niggas are hell bent on me fuckers

You got a lot to live for

Shit fuck all that

I'm fam you live for me then

Fuck that shit

Bloodshed Bloodshed Bloodshed

[Verse 1]:

Yo yo I'm ready to stick the gun to my head and bust a clip

I want to world to see the blood that drip puss to drip

Crash the car crush the whip

There was one time I love the six fuck this shit

Trust a chick never that

It's always fuck a bitch then fucked up bitch

Girl ran a circus on me Wringling Brothers tip

Fuck like a neck fuck I expect

I could get weight I'll take half of his cake

Run I would debate father had the nerve to tell me I'm a mistake

I said dad I told my daughter that I can relate

And the beef up the hill is real gettin live

Still sittin by still gettin high

Now I don't hold my tongue I was wrong enough to tell her

That I can stop doin drugs long enough to sell em

Approclamation what detoxication

(Ay yo Cam's in the house) A three rock occasion

Whoa I'm so high you're so high

What the fuck these motherfuckers put in my lye

Make a million dollars yo I could if I tried

Why the fuck I got to pay him him and him

Yo fuck around I'm a spray him him and him

Bet it fucked up when your girl lay him him and him

Look man that's why I'm a give it up the Benz truck driv it up

Every weekend did it up and tell why live for what

[Chorus]:

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 I was wishin for knowledge but then have to wishin for college

So that mission obolished straight street life power

Politics and policy makin give a fuck how he's debatin

Give me this give me that give me your hat give me your gat

Give me your shit give me your bricks give me your kicks

Matter fact you're pussy give me your bitch

Cam is clappin oh man can't go shit with Samuel Jackson

It's a time to kill what do I do my girl pregnant

Rent is due the phone is off the heat is off

No the heat is on nigga the street is on I'm about to beat upon

A nigga til they deceased or gone at least I'm gone

What do it matter they just realte the business

Girl fucked my man like Jada from Menace

But I play to the finish got blazed and oblimished

Least I wasn't caged in a clinic and now you age in a minute

But you know the sharks diplomat ho we know the art

Come through leave your shit wet like Noah's Ark

We ordered the pie you sort of a lie

You ain't 7:30 nigga you about a quarter to five

Lights on the line whites goin blind tell me man God what type of a sign

Take a nitrogen nine man that's why I'm a give it up

Wrists stay glidded up every weekend did it up tell me why live for what

[Chorus]

Bloodshed there Grandma dead