Cam'ron lyrics

Cam'ron lyrics

"What Do I Gotta Live For lyrics"

She's Got Balls lyrics
She's got style that woman Makes me smile that woman She's got spunk that woman Funk that woman She's got speed my babe Got what I need my babe She's got the ability To make a man outta me But most important of all Let me tell you My lady's got balls She's got balls She's got soul my lady Likes to crawl my lady All around the floor on her hands and knees Oh becau
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 t
Guns Are For..... lyrics
tommy was a good boy no one ever dreamed he'd do such a foolish thing then mom heard the screams he'd been told a million time these were not toys why don't you ask the dead what guns are for now he's lying in a pool of blood his friends puking on the floor dad's magnum lying by the door how could this happen here bang bang your dead play the little kids growing up on tv hell people been killi
old 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?

Sacrifice lyrics
Time's up, end of illusions Lie, king, you're falling down No violence, no pain Only despair and troubles Those who know, those who believe Shall enjoy the new order Keep the faith and be careful Many of them shall never know Stay in peace with yourself try to find your fellow men For the sacrifice Sacrifice, together for one Sacrifice, our souls in one light
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 n
I'm So Beautiful lyrics
Out out tonight feel like going out in the night I'm gonna walk the street walk the street I wanna feel the heat feel the heat. There ain't nobody better than me can't you see? Look at me! Wild feeling wild and I'm burning up deep inside I wanna let it go let it go I'm gonna steal the show steal the show. There ain't nobody better than me can't you see? Look
igga 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...