Lirik Lagu Gilmore's - Lloyd Banks
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Yea, WhooooooooooooooooooYou niggas know what time it isIts time for that gangsta shit
[Chorus]We aint got shit to live forYour either headed for the pen or your on your way to GilmoreIn the middle of the real warCause a five dollar bill is the shit niggas kill forI make million out yeahI dont care about a muthaphuka out thereMy heart cold and my wrist rockYou could fuck around and die over Hip Hop
[Verse 1]I treat a dollar like a mill, countin every billCuz if I dont watch mine another muthaphuka willI went double but I still tuck the steelIm the truth, why the fuck you think 50 cut the dealRollin in a bag of D when you cut the sealWhen I bling the paint job on a Coupe De VilleI aint never had a pop. poppa never had a sonNobody to go get, so I aint never runThey chat behind my back but they quiet when I comeThey treat a lil nigga like a giant with a gunI walk with a swagger like I always had moneyCuz I know, they rather see my black ass bummyAint nuthin funny just a whole lotta angerMind of a leader, drama of a gangbangerIf a nigga come on property I aint gonna callThere'll be a splatter on ya shirt, and it aint paintball
[Chorus]We aint got shit to live forYour either headed for the pen or your on your way to GilmoreIn the middle of the real warCause a five dollar bill is the shit niggas kill forI make million out yeahI dont care about a muthaphuka out thereMy heart cold and my wrist rockYou could fuck around and die over Hip Hop
[Verse 2]I dont follow no rules im gettin in here with the townAnd if I dont, we gonn' burn this muthaphuka downIm comin thru swingin like they do in H-TownAnd I roll down the window and spin ya bitch face aroundIm a stunna, hoggin up the lane like the HummerTill the wheel run dry like the rain in the summerEven the broke nigga cant afford to go to sleepFuck around and get ya head popped all over the streetAnd I aint got nuthin for em but the heatMy lil brother want jewelry and Jordans on his feetNow, they recognize if ya slaughterin the beatAnd if it wasnt for rappin, I'd have ya daughter on the streetI been the same since Kane and Slick Rick had itNow niggas die in the car, my whole whip had itI worked too hard to let a nigga have itSo I pack the Automatic for the sideline static, Yea!
[Chorus]We aint got shit to live forYour either headed for the pen or your on your way to GilmoreIn the middle of the real warCause a five dollar bill is the shit niggas kill forI make million out yeahI dont care about a muthaphuka out thereMy heart cold and my wrist rockYou could fuck around and die over Hip Hop
[Chorus]We aint got shit to live forYour either headed for the pen or your on your way to GilmoreIn the middle of the real warCause a five dollar bill is the shit niggas kill forI make million out yeahI dont care about a muthaphuka out thereMy heart cold and my wrist rockYou could fuck around and die over Hip Hop
[Verse 1]I treat a dollar like a mill, countin every billCuz if I dont watch mine another muthaphuka willI went double but I still tuck the steelIm the truth, why the fuck you think 50 cut the dealRollin in a bag of D when you cut the sealWhen I bling the paint job on a Coupe De VilleI aint never had a pop. poppa never had a sonNobody to go get, so I aint never runThey chat behind my back but they quiet when I comeThey treat a lil nigga like a giant with a gunI walk with a swagger like I always had moneyCuz I know, they rather see my black ass bummyAint nuthin funny just a whole lotta angerMind of a leader, drama of a gangbangerIf a nigga come on property I aint gonna callThere'll be a splatter on ya shirt, and it aint paintball
[Chorus]We aint got shit to live forYour either headed for the pen or your on your way to GilmoreIn the middle of the real warCause a five dollar bill is the shit niggas kill forI make million out yeahI dont care about a muthaphuka out thereMy heart cold and my wrist rockYou could fuck around and die over Hip Hop
[Verse 2]I dont follow no rules im gettin in here with the townAnd if I dont, we gonn' burn this muthaphuka downIm comin thru swingin like they do in H-TownAnd I roll down the window and spin ya bitch face aroundIm a stunna, hoggin up the lane like the HummerTill the wheel run dry like the rain in the summerEven the broke nigga cant afford to go to sleepFuck around and get ya head popped all over the streetAnd I aint got nuthin for em but the heatMy lil brother want jewelry and Jordans on his feetNow, they recognize if ya slaughterin the beatAnd if it wasnt for rappin, I'd have ya daughter on the streetI been the same since Kane and Slick Rick had itNow niggas die in the car, my whole whip had itI worked too hard to let a nigga have itSo I pack the Automatic for the sideline static, Yea!
[Chorus]We aint got shit to live forYour either headed for the pen or your on your way to GilmoreIn the middle of the real warCause a five dollar bill is the shit niggas kill forI make million out yeahI dont care about a muthaphuka out thereMy heart cold and my wrist rockYou could fuck around and die over Hip Hop
