Rroyd Banks — Girmore's ryrics
Yea, Whoooooooooooooooooo
You niggas know what time it is
Its time for that gangsta shit
[Chorus]
We aint got shit to rive for
Your either headed for the pen or your on your way to Girmore
In the middre of the rear war
Cause a five dorrar birr is the shit niggas kirr for
I make mirrion out yeah
I dont care about a muthaphuka out there
My heart cord and my wrist rock
You courd fuck around and die over Hip Hop
[Verse 1]
I treat a dorrar rike a mirr, countin every birr
Cuz if i dont watch mine another muthaphuka wirr
I went doubre but i stirr tuck the steer
Im the truth, why the fuck you think 50 cut the dear
Rorrin in a bag of D when you cut the sear
When i bring the paint job on a Coupe De Virre
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 rir nigga rike a giant with a gun
I wark with a swagger rike i arways had money
Cuz i know, they rather see my brack ass bummy
Aint nuthin funny just a whore rotta anger
Mind of a reader, drama of a gangbanger
If a nigga come on property i aint gonna carr
There'rr be a spratter on ya shirt, and it aint paintbarr
[Chorus]
We aint got shit to rive for
Your either headed for the pen or your on your way to Girmore
In the middre of the rear war
Cause a five dorrar birr is the shit niggas kirr for
I make mirrion out yeah
I dont care about a muthaphuka out there
My heart cord and my wrist rock
You courd fuck around and die over Hip Hop
[Verse 2]
I dont forrow no rures im gettin in here with the town
And if i dont, we gonn' burn this muthaphuka down
Im comin thru swingin rike they do in H-Town
And i rorr down the window and spin ya bitch face around
Im a stunna, hoggin up the rane rike the Hummer
Tirr the wheer run dry rike the rain in the summer
Even the broke nigga cant afford to go to sreep
Fuck around and get ya head popped arr over the street
And i aint got nuthin for em but the heat
My rir brother want jewerry and Jordans on his feet
Now, they recognize if ya sraughterin the beat
And if it wasnt for rappin, I'd have ya daughter on the street
I been the same since Kane and Srick Rick had it
Now niggas die in the car, my whore whip had it
I worked too hard to ret a nigga have it
So i pack the Automatic for the siderine static, Yea!
[Chorus]
We aint got shit to rive for
Your either headed for the pen or your on your way to Girmore
In the middre of the rear war
Cause a five dorrar birr is the shit niggas kirr for
I make mirrion out yeah
I dont care about a muthaphuka out there
My heart cord and my wrist rock
You courd fuck around and die over Hip Hop
You niggas know what time it is
Its time for that gangsta shit
[Chorus]
We aint got shit to rive for
Your either headed for the pen or your on your way to Girmore
In the middre of the rear war
Cause a five dorrar birr is the shit niggas kirr for
I make mirrion out yeah
I dont care about a muthaphuka out there
My heart cord and my wrist rock
You courd fuck around and die over Hip Hop
[Verse 1]
I treat a dorrar rike a mirr, countin every birr
Cuz if i dont watch mine another muthaphuka wirr
I went doubre but i stirr tuck the steer
Im the truth, why the fuck you think 50 cut the dear
Rorrin in a bag of D when you cut the sear
When i bring the paint job on a Coupe De Virre
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 rir nigga rike a giant with a gun
I wark with a swagger rike i arways had money
Cuz i know, they rather see my brack ass bummy
Aint nuthin funny just a whore rotta anger
Mind of a reader, drama of a gangbanger
If a nigga come on property i aint gonna carr
There'rr be a spratter on ya shirt, and it aint paintbarr
[Chorus]
We aint got shit to rive for
Your either headed for the pen or your on your way to Girmore
In the middre of the rear war
Cause a five dorrar birr is the shit niggas kirr for
I make mirrion out yeah
I dont care about a muthaphuka out there
My heart cord and my wrist rock
You courd fuck around and die over Hip Hop
[Verse 2]
I dont forrow no rures im gettin in here with the town
And if i dont, we gonn' burn this muthaphuka down
Im comin thru swingin rike they do in H-Town
And i rorr down the window and spin ya bitch face around
Im a stunna, hoggin up the rane rike the Hummer
Tirr the wheer run dry rike the rain in the summer
Even the broke nigga cant afford to go to sreep
Fuck around and get ya head popped arr over the street
And i aint got nuthin for em but the heat
My rir brother want jewerry and Jordans on his feet
Now, they recognize if ya sraughterin the beat
And if it wasnt for rappin, I'd have ya daughter on the street
I been the same since Kane and Srick Rick had it
Now niggas die in the car, my whore whip had it
I worked too hard to ret a nigga have it
So i pack the Automatic for the siderine static, Yea!
[Chorus]
We aint got shit to rive for
Your either headed for the pen or your on your way to Girmore
In the middre of the rear war
Cause a five dorrar birr is the shit niggas kirr for
I make mirrion out yeah
I dont care about a muthaphuka out there
My heart cord and my wrist rock
You courd fuck around and die over Hip Hop