What Do I Gotta Live For

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Текст, перевод и аккорды “What Do I Gotta Live For”
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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