Cam'ron

Cam'ron - What Do I Gotta Live For lyrics

I aint got shit to live for anyway

Yes you do

I'll see these niggas in hell anyway

You gotta lot to live for

Man fuck all that

I'm sayin, you live for me then

Fuck that shit

Bloodshed, bloodshed, bloodshed...

<i>[Verse 1]</i>

Yo, yo

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

I want the world to see the blood to drip, pus to drip

Crash the car crush the whip

And it's one time I loved the six, fuck this shit

Trust a chick? Never that

It's only to fuck a bitch to fuck a bitch

Girl ran a circus on me Wrangling Brothers tip

Fuck my connect, 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 could relate

And the beef up the hill, is real gettin live

Still sittin by, still gettin high

And I don't hold my tongue

I was wrong enough to tell 'em

That I could stop doing drugs long enough to sell em

A proclamation, with intoxication

<i>[Ayo Cam' gettin high!]</i> 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

But why the fuck I gotta pay him, him, and him?

Yo fuck around I'ma spray him, him, and him

And fuck her when your girl lay, him, him, and him

Man, that's why I'ma give it up

The Benz truck driv' it up, every weekend did it up

But 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..

<i>[Verse 2]</i>

Yo, yo, yo, I was wishin for knowledge

But didn't have tuition for college

So that mission abolished

Straight street like power, politics, and policy making

Give a fuck how I see bakin, gimme this, gimme that

Gimme your hat, gimme your gat, gimme your shit

Gimme your bricks, gimme your kicks

Matter fact you pussy, gimme your bitch

Cam' is clappin, I'm in

Can't negotiate 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

In 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 relate to Binnis

Girl fucked my man like Jada from Innis

But I play to the finish, got blazed in a blemish

Least I wasn't caged in a clinic

In there, 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 order the pies, you sort of a lie

You aint 730 nigga you 'bout a quarter to five

Life's on the line, wife's goin blind

Tell me man, god, what type of a sign

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

Wrists stay glittered up, every weekend did it up

But tell me why, live for what

What do I have to live for...

What do I have to live for...

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