Gilmore's

They chat behind my back but they quiet when I come

And I f*** around and die over Hip Hop
Now, they recognize if ya slaughterin' the beat

I make a million out, yeah
I treat a dollar like a mill, countin' every bill
I'm a stunna, hoggin' up the lane like the Hummer
Or you're on your way to Gilmore
'Cause a five dollar bill is the s*** n****s kill for
We ain't got s*** to live for

I don't care about a muthaf***a out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
And I ain't got nuthin' for 'em but the heat

Now n****s die in the car, my whole whip had it
'Cause a five dollar bill is the s*** n****s kill for
You either headed for the pen
My heart cold and my wrist rock

I been the same since Kane and Slick Rick had it
Mind of a leader, drama of a gang banger
And I roll down the window and spin ya b**** face around
Even the broke n**** can't afford to go to sleep

And if I don't, we gonn' burn this muthaf***a down
So I pack the A******** for the sideline static, yeah
Rollin' in a bag of * when you cut the seal
In the middle of the real war
I went double but I still tuck the s****
In the middle of the real war

Nobody to go get, so I ain't never run

I don't care about a muthaf***a out there

It's time for that gangsta s***
F*** around and get ya head p****** all over the street
If a n**** come on property I ain't gonna call
I'm comin' through swingin' like they do in H-Town
I ain't never had a pop, poppa never had a son

'Cause a five dollar bill is the s*** n****s kill for
They treat a lil' n**** like a giant with a gun

My heart cold and my wrist rock
We ain't got s*** to live for
I'm the truth, why the f*** you think 50 cut the deal
I don't follow no rules I'm gettin' in here with the t***
I make a million out, yeah
Or you're on your way to Gilmore
There'll be a splatter on ya shirt and it ain't paint ball
My lil' brother want jewelry and Jordan's on his feet
Till the wheel run dry like the rain in the summer
I worked too hard to let a n**** have it
I walk with a swagger like I always had money
I make a million out, yeah
In the middle of the real war
And if it wasn't for rappin', I'd have ya daughter on the street
'Cause I know, they rather see my black a** bummy
I don't care about a muthaf***a out there
'Cause if I don't watch mine another muthaf***a will
You either headed for the pen
Ain't nuthin' funny just a whole lotta anger
Or you're on your way to Gilmore
When I bling the paint job on a Coupe De Ville
You either headed for the pen
We ain't got s*** to live for
And I f*** around and die over Hip Hop