Artist: W.C.
Album:  Ghetto Heisman
Song:   Something 2 Live 4
Typed by: dy_face@yahoo.com

[] *Sound of an Answer Machine's beep*
[] First new message, sent today at: 12:44 PM.
[] Get off the streets Dubby, I love you.
[] End of Message.

(* Sampler of Thunder, Lightning and Pouring Rain*)

[Prelude: W.C.]
Yeah, Ha ha, uhh.. uhh.. I see a lot of these niggaz
Ha ha.. rolling around this motherfucker
Niggaz, got the Lexos, you know; niggaz iced out the game
You know what I'm saying?
Big rims, ha ha, all that shit
But nigga, do you got something to live for?

[Verse One: W.C.]
Have you ever had something in your life to live for?
More valuable than money, something to kill for
Nympho for dough, quick to spray one
Affiliated; been this way since day one
A roof for my bad seed, mashing the streets
Roll up with heat on my.. passenger seat
Like Big Timers, ball til you fall
Thought I had it all, til I got the phone call
That evil that men do, got me crying on the phone
Words stabbing my ears like pencils
Game is hard, but it just got harder
Dub grab your guns, they just kidnapped your daughter
Claiming that they need a hundred-K by night fall
Front of the apartments, crossed the street from the old Hawthorn Mall
Any signs of One Time or resistance
We'll cut your daughter's fingers off, and ending all her existence
I'm throwing my guts up and shit, disgusted and shit
Beating the dash with my phone like FUCK! this shit
Niggaz got me ready to ride this murder trial
Kill Execution Style, for fucking with my child
Some said: there ain't no love in this biz
They ain't lying, ain't no love strong as one has for his kids
Love is gonna fill for - but it's the worst feeling is the world
When you got something to live for

[Chorus: W.C. X2]
Have you ever catch something in your life to live for?
More valuable than money, something to kill for
Better hold it and I hold it and strap it
Cause when you got it, niggaz can't stand to see you have it

[Verse Two: W.C.]
Bullet vest and protected, too heavily connected
Not to follow the instructions that was directed
Now the phrase I've respected;
Never go attached to something you can't walk away from in 30 seconds
Better be stepping, don't let the game get you out the asshole naked
Might live to regret it, like me pulling humps, drinking Mylanta
Hitting this to replay, searching for the answers
Who did I piss off into the game? - who did I fuck over?
Put bullet holes through, but exposed too much to
I'm talking to my crash crew, in case one of them is Judas
I'm stating; I'd give it all if I have to
Never overlooked the possibilities of infiltration
Niggaz betraying, y'all know the saying
That same nigga close to you, that's up under you
Might be the same motherfucker that murders you
But now it's time to fall in it, windows all tinted
Money in bags, make sure that it's all in it
HELL YEAH! I'm scared, I can't chase them
What the fuck you expected? - they got my baby girl ransom
And one false move, leads to be killing spree
They killed my daughter, well I killed every nigga that deals with me
It's down to the wire, nigga what's wrong?
But wait; first listen to the chorus of the song

[Chorus: W.C. X2]

[Verse Three: W.C.]
Heart pounding, sitting in the truck with no leverage
Fighting the pain, waiting for the phone to ring
What? - just got some call; no looker on hold
Instructed to listen close and.. do as told
Drop the money off and kick gravel
And if it's cool then we let your daughter go and quit using her ass collateral
Give us 30 minutes and meet us at ten seen
And don't forget our deal nigga, don't cause a scene
I dropped the money off then I.. sighed relief
Hopped on the En Cigano boulevard and headed east
I've gone right, to the left and then I.. spotted the spot
Pulled my Range Rover in the back of the Parking Lot
All I could picture was me, holding my daughter forever and
Here comes daddy baby, we're back together again
At least that was the way it was supposed to be
Til I looked around and noticed nobody was there but me
My mind got the clicking, I jumped out the truck in a hurry
Trembling, screaming, Lord! have mercy
Ran to the trash can and opened up the lid
Oh! my God - looking at what these motherfuckers did
They took my everything from me, struck an artery
Got me on my knees shouting; baby I'm sorry
Waterfalls rolling down my cheeks like a leakage
As I looked at how they cut her body in pieces
Like the end of a movie, as the camera rises
I'm crying stupid for my superstar realizing
From all the money I've touched, to the dope I've purchased
To the Ice Rolexes, wasn't none of the shit worth it
They took a part of me that was priceless, no denying this
I was too caught up, materialistic blindness
I've got something to live for
And remembered something; what love was, motherfucker I'd kill for