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lloyd banks – gilmore’s lyrics

yea, whoooooooooooooooooo
you n-gg-s know what time it is
its time for that gangsta sh-t

[chorus]
we aint 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 n-gg-s kill for
i make million out yeah
i dont care about a m-th-ph-ka out there
my heart cold and my wrist rock
you could f-ck around and die over hip hop

[verse 1]
i treat a dollar like a mill, countin every bill
cuz if i dont watch mine another m-th-ph-ka will
i went double but i still tuck the steel
im the truth, why the f-ck 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 aint never had a pop. poppa never had a son
n-body to go get, so i aint never run
they chat behind my back but they quiet when i come
they treat a lil n-gg- like a giant with a gun
i walk with a swagger like i always had money
cuz i know, they rather see my black -ss b-mmy
aint nuthin funny just a whole lotta anger
mind of a leader, drama of a g-ngb-nger
if a n-gg- come on property i aint gonna call
there’ll be a splatter on ya shirt, and it aint paintball

[verse 2]
i dont follow no rules im gettin in here with the town
and if i dont, we gonn’ burn this m-th-ph-ka down
im comin thru swingin like they do in h-town
and i roll down the window and spin ya b-tch face around
im a stunna, hoggin up the lane like the hummer
till the wheel run dry like the rain in the summer
even the broke n-gg- cant afford to go to sleep
f-ck around and get ya head popped all over the street
and i aint 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 n-gg-s die in the car, my whole whip had it
i worked too hard to let a n-gg- have it
so i pack the automatic for the sideline static, yea!

- lloyd banks lyrics

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