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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...
[Verse 1] 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 [Ayo Cam` gettin high!] 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..
[Verse 2] 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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