What I Gotta Live For
(专辑: S.D.E. (Sports, Drugs & Entertainment) - 2000)
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...