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I ain't got s**t to live for anyway
Yes you do
I see these are hell bent on me fkers
You got a lot to live for
s**t fk all that
I'm fam you live for me then
fk that s**t
Bloodshed Bloodshed Bloodshed
Verse 1:
Yo yo I'm ready to stick the gun to my head and bust a clip
I want to world to see the blood that drip puss to drip
Crash the car crush the whip
There was one time I love the six fk this s**t
Trust a chick never that
It's always fk a b*tch then fked up b*tch
Girl ran a circus on me Wringling Brothers tip
fk like a neck fk 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 can relate
And the beef up the hill is real gettin live
Still sittin by still gettin high
Now I don't hold my tongue I was wrong enough to tell her
That I can stop doin drugs long enough to sell em
Approclamation what detoxication
(Ay yo Cam's in the house) A three rock occasion
Whoa I'm so high you're so high
What the fk these motherfkers put in my lye
Make a million dollars yo I could if I tried
Why the fk I got to pay him him and him
Yo fk around I'm a spray him him and him
Bet it fked up when your girl lay him him and him
Look man that's why I'm a give it up the Benz truck driv it up
Every 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 college
So that mission obolished straight street life power
Politics and policy makin give a fk how he's debatin
Give me this give me that give me your hat give me your gat
Give me your s**t give me your bricks give me your kicks
Matter fact you're p*ssy give me your b*tch
Cam is clappin oh man can't go s**t 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 nigg* the street is on I'm about to beat upon
A nigg* til they deceased or gone at least I'm gone
What do it matter they just realte the business
Girl fked my man like Jada from Menace
But I play to the finish got blazed and oblimished
Least I wasn't caged in a clinic and now you age in a minute
But you know the sharks diplomat ho we know the art
Come through leave your s**t wet like Noah's Ark
We ordered the pie you sort of a lie
You ain't 7:30 nigg* you about a quarter to five
Lights on the line whites goin blind tell me man God what type of a sign
Take a nitrogen nine man that's why I'm a give it up
Wrists stay glidded up every weekend did it up tell me why live for what
Chorus
Bloodshed there Grandma dead