Gilmore's (Album Version|Explicit) - Lloyd Banks
Yea Whoooooooooooooooooo
You Niggas Know What Time It Is
Its Time For That Gangsta Sh*t
We Ain't Got Sh*t To Live For
Your Either Headed For The Pen Or Your On Your Way To Gilmore
In The Middle Of The Real War
Cause A Five Dollar Bill Is The Sh*t Niggas Kill For
I Make Million Out Yeah
I Don't Care About A Muthaphuka Out There
My Heart Cold And My Wrist Rock
You Could Around And Die Over Hip Hop
I Treat A Dollar Like A Mill Countin Every Bill
Cuz If I Don't Watch Mine Another Muthaphuka Will
I Went Double But I Still Tuck The Steel
I'm The Truth Why The You Think 50 Cut The Deal
Rollin In A Bag Of D When You Cut The Seal
When I Bling The Paint Job On A Coupe De Ville
I Ain't Never Had A Pop Poppa Never Had A Son
Nobody To Go Get So I Ain't Never Run
They Chat Behind My Back But They Quiet When I Come
They Treat A Lil Ni**a Like A Giant With A Gun
I Walk With A Swagger Like I Always Had Money
Cuz I Know They Rather See My Black A** Bummy
Ain't Nuthin Funny Just A Whole Lotta Anger
Mind Of A Leader Drama Of A Gangbanger
If A Ni**a Come On Property I Ain't Gonna Call
There'll Be A Splatter On Ya Shirt And It Ain't Paintball
We Ain't Got Sh*t To Live For
Your Either Headed For The Pen Or Your On Your Way To Gilmore
In The Middle Of The Real War
Cause A Five Dollar Bill Is The Sh*t Niggas Kill For
I Make Million Out Yeah
I Don't Care About A Muthaphuka Out There
My Heart Cold And My Wrist Rock
You Could ***** Around And Die Over Hip Hop
I Don't Follow No Rules I'm Gettin In Here With The Town
And If I Don't We Gonn' Burn This Muthaphuka Down
I'm Comin Thru Swingin Like They Do In H-town
And I Roll Down The Window And Spin Ya ***** Face Around
I'm A Stunna Hoggin Up The Lane Like The Hummer
Till The Wheel Run Dry Like The Rain In The Summer
Even The Broke Ni**a Can't Afford To Go To Sleep
Around And Get Ya Head Popped All Over The Street
And I Ain't Got Nuthin For Em But The Heat
My Lil Brother Want Jewelry And Jordans On His Feet
Now They Recognize If Ya Slaughterin The Beat
And If It Wasnt For Rappin I'd Have Ya Daughter On The Street
I Been The Same Since Kane And Slick Rick Had It
Now Niggas Die In The Car My Whole Whip Had It
I Worked Too Hard To Let A Ni**a Have It
So I Pack The Automatic For The Sideline Static Yea
We Ain't Got Sh*t To Live For
Your Either Headed For The Pen Or Your On Your Way To Gilmore
In The Middle Of The Real War
Cause A Five Dollar Bill Is The Sh*t Niggas Kill For
I Make Million Out Yeah
I Don't Care About A Muthaphuka Out There
My Heart Cold And My Wrist Rock
You Could Around And Die Over Hip Hop
