Gilmore’s Lloyd Banks

[Intro]
Yea, Whoooooooooooooooooo
You niggas know what time it is
It's time for that gangsta shit

[Hook]
We ain't got shit to live for
Either you're headed for the pen or you're 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 a million out yeah
I don't care about a muthafucka out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
You could fuck around and die over Hip-Hop

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I treat a dollar like a mill, counting every bill
Cause if I don't watch mine another muthafucka will
I went double but I still tuck the steel
I'm the truth, why the fuck you think 50 cut the deal
Rawer than 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 nothing funny just a whole lot of anger
Mind of a leader, drama of a gangbanger
If a nigga come on property I ain't going to call
There'll be a splatter on your shirt, and it ain't paintball