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...