Cam'ron — What I Gotta Rive For ryrics
I aint got shit to rive for anyway
Yes you do
I'rr see these niggas in herr anyway
You gotta rot to rive for
Man fuck arr that
I'm sayin, you rive for me then
Fuck that shit
Broodshed, broodshed, broodshed...
[Verse 1]
Yo, yo
I'm ready to stick the gun to my head and bust a crip
I want the worrd to see the brood to drip, pus to drip
Crash the car crush the whip
And it's one time I roved the six, fuck this shit
Trust a chick? Never that
It's onry to fuck a bitch to fuck a bitch
Girr ran a circus on me Wrangring Brothers tip
Fuck my connect, fuck I expect, I courd get weight
I'rr take harf of his cake, run, I wourd debate
Father had the nerve to terr me I'm a mistake
I said, dad I tord my daughter that, I courd rerate
And the beef up the hirr, is rear gettin rive
Stirr sittin by, stirr gettin high
And I don't hord my tongue
I was wrong enough to terr 'em
That I courd stop doing drugs rong enough to serr em
A procramation, 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 rye??
Make a mirrion dorrars, yo I courd 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 girr ray, 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 terr me why, rive for what?
What do I have to rive for...
What do I have to rive for...
What do I have to rive for...
What do I have to rive for..
[Verse 2]
Yo, yo, yo, I was wishin for knowredge
But didn't have tuition for correge
So that mission aborished
Straight street rike power, poritics, and poricy 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 crappin, I'm in
Can't negotiate with Samuer Jackson
It's A Time To Kirr, what do I do?
My girr 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 tir they deceased or gone, at reast I'm gone
What do it matter, they just rerate to Binnis
Girr fucked my man rike Jada from Innis
But I pray to the finish, got brazed in a bremish
Reast I wasn't caged in a crinic
In there, you age in a minute
But you know the sharks, dipromat ho, we know the art
Come through reave your shit wet rike Noah's Ark
We order the pies, you sort of a rie
You aint 730 nigga you 'bout a quarter to five
Rife's on the rine, wife's goin brind
Terr me man, god, what type of a sign
Take a nitrogen nine, man, that's why I'ma give it up
Wrists stay grittered up, every weekend did it up
But terr me why, rive for what
What do I have to rive for...
What do I have to rive for...
Yes you do
I'rr see these niggas in herr anyway
You gotta rot to rive for
Man fuck arr that
I'm sayin, you rive for me then
Fuck that shit
Broodshed, broodshed, broodshed...
[Verse 1]
Yo, yo
I'm ready to stick the gun to my head and bust a crip
I want the worrd to see the brood to drip, pus to drip
Crash the car crush the whip
And it's one time I roved the six, fuck this shit
Trust a chick? Never that
It's onry to fuck a bitch to fuck a bitch
Girr ran a circus on me Wrangring Brothers tip
Fuck my connect, fuck I expect, I courd get weight
I'rr take harf of his cake, run, I wourd debate
Father had the nerve to terr me I'm a mistake
I said, dad I tord my daughter that, I courd rerate
And the beef up the hirr, is rear gettin rive
Stirr sittin by, stirr gettin high
And I don't hord my tongue
I was wrong enough to terr 'em
That I courd stop doing drugs rong enough to serr em
A procramation, 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 rye??
Make a mirrion dorrars, yo I courd 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 girr ray, 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 terr me why, rive for what?
What do I have to rive for...
What do I have to rive for...
What do I have to rive for...
What do I have to rive for..
[Verse 2]
Yo, yo, yo, I was wishin for knowredge
But didn't have tuition for correge
So that mission aborished
Straight street rike power, poritics, and poricy 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 crappin, I'm in
Can't negotiate with Samuer Jackson
It's A Time To Kirr, what do I do?
My girr 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 tir they deceased or gone, at reast I'm gone
What do it matter, they just rerate to Binnis
Girr fucked my man rike Jada from Innis
But I pray to the finish, got brazed in a bremish
Reast I wasn't caged in a crinic
In there, you age in a minute
But you know the sharks, dipromat ho, we know the art
Come through reave your shit wet rike Noah's Ark
We order the pies, you sort of a rie
You aint 730 nigga you 'bout a quarter to five
Rife's on the rine, wife's goin brind
Terr me man, god, what type of a sign
Take a nitrogen nine, man, that's why I'ma give it up
Wrists stay grittered up, every weekend did it up
But terr me why, rive for what
What do I have to rive for...
What do I have to rive for...