Gilmore's - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Gilmore's - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Lloyd Banks |
| Album | Rotten Apple |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Frierson, Lloyd | |
| Yeah, oohYou n****s know what time it is? | |
| It's time for that gangsta s*** | |
| We ain't got s*** to live for | |
| You either headed for the pen | |
| Or you're on your way to | |
| GilmoreIn the middle of the real war' | |
| Cause a five dollar bill is the s*** n****s kill for | |
| I make a million out, yeah | |
| I don't care about a muthaf***a out there | |
| My heart cold and my wrist rock | |
| And I f*** around and die over | |
| Hip HopI treat a dollar like a mill, countin' every bill' | |
| Cause if I don't watch mine another muthaf***a will | |
| I went double but | |
| I still tuck the s**** | |
| I'm the truth, why the f*** you think 50 cut the deal | |
| Rollin' in a bag of * 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 comeThey treat a lil' n**** like a giant with a gun | |
| I walk with a swagger like | |
| I always had money' | |
| Cause 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 gang banger | |
| If a n**** come on property | |
| I ain't gonna call | |
| There'll be a splatter on ya shirt and it ain't paint ball | |
| We ain't got s*** to live for | |
| You either headed for the pen | |
| Or you're on your way to | |
| GilmoreIn the middle of the real war' | |
| Cause a five dollar bill is the s*** n****s kill for | |
| I make a million out, yeah | |
| I don't care about a muthaf***a out there | |
| My heart cold and my wrist rock | |
| And I f*** around and die over | |
| Hip HopI don't follow no rules | |
| I'm gettin' in here with the t*** | |
| And if I don't, we gonn' burn this muthaf***a down | |
| I'm comin' through swingin' like they do in | |
| H-TownAnd | |
| I roll down the window and spin ya b**** face around | |
| I'm a stunna, hoggin' up the lane like the | |
| HummerTill the wheel run dry like the rain in the summer | |
| Even the broke n**** can't afford to go to sleep | |
| F*** around and get ya head p****** all over the street | |
| And I ain't got nuthin' for 'em but the heat | |
| My lil' brother want jewelry and | |
| Jordan's on his feet | |
| Now, they recognize if ya slaughterin' the beat | |
| And if it wasn't for rappin', | |
| I'd have ya daughter on the street | |
| I been the same since | |
| Kane and Slick | |
| Rick had it | |
| Now n****s die in the car, my whole whip had it | |
| I worked too hard to let a n**** have it | |
| So I pack the | |
| A******** for the sideline static, yeah | |
| We ain't got s*** to live for | |
| You either headed for the pen | |
| Or you're on your way to | |
| GilmoreIn the middle of the real war' | |
| Cause a five dollar bill is the s*** n****s kill for | |
| I make a million out, yeah | |
| I don't care about a muthaf***a out there | |
| My heart cold and my wrist rock | |
| And I f*** around and die over | |
| Hip Hop |
| zuo qu : Frierson, Lloyd | |
| Yeah, oohYou n s know what time it is? | |
| It' s time for that gangsta s | |
| We ain' t got s to live for | |
| You either headed for the pen | |
| Or you' re on your way to | |
| GilmoreIn the middle of the real war' | |
| Cause a five dollar bill is the s n s kill for | |
| I make a million out, yeah | |
| I don' t care about a muthaf a out there | |
| My heart cold and my wrist rock | |
| And I f around and die over | |
| Hip HopI treat a dollar like a mill, countin' every bill' | |
| Cause if I don' t watch mine another muthaf a will | |
| I went double but | |
| I still tuck the s | |
| I' m the truth, why the f you think 50 cut the deal | |
| Rollin' in a bag of 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 comeThey treat a lil' n like a giant with a gun | |
| I walk with a swagger like | |
| I always had money' | |
| Cause 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 gang banger | |
| If a n come on property | |
| I ain' t gonna call | |
| There' ll be a splatter on ya shirt and it ain' t paint ball | |
| We ain' t got s to live for | |
| You either headed for the pen | |
| Or you' re on your way to | |
| GilmoreIn the middle of the real war' | |
| Cause a five dollar bill is the s n s kill for | |
| I make a million out, yeah | |
| I don' t care about a muthaf a out there | |
| My heart cold and my wrist rock | |
| And I f around and die over | |
| Hip HopI don' t follow no rules | |
| I' m gettin' in here with the t | |
| And if I don' t, we gonn' burn this muthaf a down | |
| I' m comin' through swingin' like they do in | |
| HTownAnd | |
| I roll down the window and spin ya b face around | |
| I' m a stunna, hoggin' up the lane like the | |
| HummerTill the wheel run dry like the rain in the summer | |
| Even the broke n can' t afford to go to sleep | |
| F around and get ya head p all over the street | |
| And I ain' t got nuthin' for ' em but the heat | |
| My lil' brother want jewelry and | |
| Jordan' s on his feet | |
| Now, they recognize if ya slaughterin' the beat | |
| And if it wasn' t for rappin', | |
| I' d have ya daughter on the street | |
| I been the same since | |
| Kane and Slick | |
| Rick had it | |
| Now n s die in the car, my whole whip had it | |
| I worked too hard to let a n have it | |
| So I pack the | |
| A for the sideline static, yeah | |
| We ain' t got s to live for | |
| You either headed for the pen | |
| Or you' re on your way to | |
| GilmoreIn the middle of the real war' | |
| Cause a five dollar bill is the s n s kill for | |
| I make a million out, yeah | |
| I don' t care about a muthaf a out there | |
| My heart cold and my wrist rock | |
| And I f around and die over | |
| Hip Hop |
| zuò qǔ : Frierson, Lloyd | |
| Yeah, oohYou n s know what time it is? | |
| It' s time for that gangsta s | |
| We ain' t got s to live for | |
| You either headed for the pen | |
| Or you' re on your way to | |
| GilmoreIn the middle of the real war' | |
| Cause a five dollar bill is the s n s kill for | |
| I make a million out, yeah | |
| I don' t care about a muthaf a out there | |
| My heart cold and my wrist rock | |
| And I f around and die over | |
| Hip HopI treat a dollar like a mill, countin' every bill' | |
| Cause if I don' t watch mine another muthaf a will | |
| I went double but | |
| I still tuck the s | |
| I' m the truth, why the f you think 50 cut the deal | |
| Rollin' in a bag of 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 comeThey treat a lil' n like a giant with a gun | |
| I walk with a swagger like | |
| I always had money' | |
| Cause 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 gang banger | |
| If a n come on property | |
| I ain' t gonna call | |
| There' ll be a splatter on ya shirt and it ain' t paint ball | |
| We ain' t got s to live for | |
| You either headed for the pen | |
| Or you' re on your way to | |
| GilmoreIn the middle of the real war' | |
| Cause a five dollar bill is the s n s kill for | |
| I make a million out, yeah | |
| I don' t care about a muthaf a out there | |
| My heart cold and my wrist rock | |
| And I f around and die over | |
| Hip HopI don' t follow no rules | |
| I' m gettin' in here with the t | |
| And if I don' t, we gonn' burn this muthaf a down | |
| I' m comin' through swingin' like they do in | |
| HTownAnd | |
| I roll down the window and spin ya b face around | |
| I' m a stunna, hoggin' up the lane like the | |
| HummerTill the wheel run dry like the rain in the summer | |
| Even the broke n can' t afford to go to sleep | |
| F around and get ya head p all over the street | |
| And I ain' t got nuthin' for ' em but the heat | |
| My lil' brother want jewelry and | |
| Jordan' s on his feet | |
| Now, they recognize if ya slaughterin' the beat | |
| And if it wasn' t for rappin', | |
| I' d have ya daughter on the street | |
| I been the same since | |
| Kane and Slick | |
| Rick had it | |
| Now n s die in the car, my whole whip had it | |
| I worked too hard to let a n have it | |
| So I pack the | |
| A for the sideline static, yeah | |
| We ain' t got s to live for | |
| You either headed for the pen | |
| Or you' re on your way to | |
| GilmoreIn the middle of the real war' | |
| Cause a five dollar bill is the s n s kill for | |
| I make a million out, yeah | |
| I don' t care about a muthaf a out there | |
| My heart cold and my wrist rock | |
| And I f around and die over | |
| Hip Hop |
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