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Gilmore's

アーティスト:Lloyd Banks  アルバム:Rotten Apple  作詞:LLOYD CHRISTOPHER CHARLES/LLOYD BANKS  作曲:FRIERSON RICHARD A 

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Yea, Whoooooooooooooooooo You niggas know what time it is Its time for that gangsta shit (Chorus) 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 a five dollar bill is the shit niggas kill for I make million out yeah I dont care about a muthaphuka out there My heart cold and my wrist rock You could f**k around and die over Hip Hop (Verse 1) I treat a dollar like a mill, countin every bill 'cause if i dont watch mine another muthaphuka will I went double but i still tuck the steel Im the truth, why the f**k 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 Nobody to go get, so i aint never run They chat behind my back but they quiet when i come They treat a lil nigga like a giant with a gun I walk with a 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 gangbanger If a nigga come on property i aint gonna call There'll be a splatter on ya shirt, and it aint paintball (Chorus) 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


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