Gilmore's

Yea, whoo You niggas know what time it is Its time for that gangsta shit [Chorus] We ain't 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 don't care about a motherfucka' out there My heart cold and my wrist rock You could fuck around and die over Hip Hop I treat a dollar like a mill, countin' every bill 'cause if I don't watch mine another motherfucka' will I went double but I still tuck the steel I'm the truth, why the fuck 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' 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 Ain't nothin' funny just a whole lotta anger Mind of a leader, drama of a gang banger If a nigga come on property I ain't gonna call There'll be a splatter on ya shirt, and it ain't paintball [Chorus] I don't follow no rules I'm gettin' in here with the town And if I don't, we gon' burn this motherfucka' down I'm comin' through swingin' like they do in H-Town And I roll down the window and spin ya bitch 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 nigga can't afford to go to sleep Fuck around and get ya head popped all over the street And I ain't got nothin' 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 niggas die in the car, my whole whip had it I worked too hard to let a nigga have it So I pack the Automatic for the sideline static, Yea! [Chorus]