Gilmore's Songtext

von Lloyd Banks

We Aint GOt Shit To Live For
Your Either Headed For The Pen
Or Your On YOur Way To Gilmore
In The Middle Of The Real War
Cause The Five Dollar Bill
Is The Shit NiGGuhs Kill For
I Make ~ Out Yeah
I Dont Care About a Muthaphuka Out There
My Heart Cold And My Wrist Rock
You Could Phuk Around Die Over Hip Hop

I Treat A Dollar Like A Mil
Countin Every Bill
Cause If I Dont Watch Mine
Another MuthaphuKa Will
I Went Double
But I Still Tuck The ~
Im The Truth Why You think Fifty Cut The Deal
~
When You Cut The Seel
And I Gleam Like The Paintjob
On A Coupe Deville
I Aint Never Had A Pop
And Never Had A Son
Nobody To Go In Get
So I Aint Never Run
They Chat Behind My Back
But They Quiet When I Come
They Treat A Lil NiGGuh
Like A Giant Witta Gun
I Walk Witta Swagger
Like I Always Had Money
Cause I Know
They Rather See My Black Ass Bummy
Aint Nuthin Funny
Just A Whole Lotta Anger
Mind Of A Leader
Drama Of A Gang Banga
If A NiGGuh Come On Property
I Aint Gonna Call
They'll Be A Splatter On Your Shirt
And It Aint Paintball

We Aint GOt Shit To Live For
Your Either Headed For The Pen
Or Your On YOur Way To Gilmore
In The Middle Of The Real War
Cause The Five Dollar Bill
Is The Shit NiGGuhs Kill For
I Make ~ Out Yeah
I Dont Care About a Muthaphuka Out There
My Heart Cold And My Wrist Rock
You Could Phuk Around Die Over Hip Hop

I Dont Follow Know Rules
Im Gettin In Here With The Tool
And If I dont
We Gonna Burn This MuthaPhuKa Down
Im Comin Thru Swingin
Like They do In H Town
And I Roll Down A Window
Swing Ya NiGGuhs Face Around
Imma Stunna
Hoggin Up The Lane Like The Hummer
Till The Wheel Run Dry
Like The Rain In The summer
Even The Broke NiGGuhs
Cant Afford To Go To Sleep
PhuK Around And Get Ya Head Splattered
All Over The Street
And I Aint Got nothin For Em But The Heat
My lil Brother Want Jewelry
And Jordans On his Feet
Now recognize If Ya Slaughterin the Beat
And If It Wasnt For Rappin
I'll Have Ya Daughter On The Street
I've Been The Same
Since Kane And Slick Rick Had It
Now NiGGuhs Dyin ~
My Whole Whip Had It
I Worked To Hard To Let A NiGGuh Have It
So I Pack A ~ For The SideLine Static

We Aint GOt Shit To Live For
Your Either Headed For The Pen
Or Your On YOur Way To Gilmore
In The Middle Of The Real War
Cause The Five Dollar Bill
Is The Shit NiGGuhs Kill For
I Make ~ Out Yeah
I Dont Care About a Muthaphuka Out There
My Heart Cold And My Wrist Rock
You Could Phuk Around Die Over Hip Hop