What I Gotta Live For – Cam’Ron – letras

I ain’t got shit to live for anywayYes you doI see these niggas are hell bent on me fuckersYou got a lot to live forShit fuck all thatI’m fam you live for me thenFuck that shitBloodshed Bloodshed Bloodshed[Verse 1]:Yo yo I’m ready to stick the gun to my head and bust a clipI want to world to see the blood that drip puss to dripCrash the car crush the whipThere was one time I love the six fuck this shitTrust a chick never thatIt’s always fuck a bitch then fucked up bitchGirl ran a circus on me Wringling Brothers tipFuck like a neck fuck I expectI could get weight I’ll take half of his cakeRun I would debate father had the nerve to tell me I’m a mistakeI said dad I told my daughter that I can relateAnd the beef up the hill is real gettin liveStill sittin by still gettin highNow I don’t hold my tongue I was wrong enough to tell herThat I can stop doin drugs long enough to sell emApproclamation what detoxication(Ay yo Cam’s in the house) A three rock occasionWhoa I’m so high you’re so highWhat the fuck these motherfuckers put in my lyeMake a million dollars yo I could if I triedWhy the fuck I got to pay him him and himYo fuck around I’m a spray him him and himBet it fucked up when your girl lay him him and himLook man that’s why I’m a give it up the Benz truck driv it upEvery 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 collegeSo that mission obolished straight street life powerPolitics and policy makin give a fuck how he’s debatinGive me this give me that give me your hat give me your gatGive me your shit give me your bricks give me your kicksMatter fact you’re pussy give me your bitchCam is clappin oh man can’t go shit with Samuel JacksonIt’s a time to kill what do I do my girl pregnantRent is due the phone is off the heat is offNo the heat is on nigga 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 realte the businessGirl fucked my man like Jada from MenaceBut I play to the finish got blazed and oblimishedLeast I wasn’t caged in a clinic and now you age in a minuteBut you know the sharks diplomat ho we know the artCome through leave your shit wet like Noah’s ArkWe ordered the pie you sort of a lieYou ain’t 7:30 nigga you about a quarter to fiveLights on the line whites goin blind tell me man God what type of a signTake a nitrogen nine man that’s why I’m a give it upWrists stay glidded up every weekend did it up tell me why live for what[Chorus]