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Gilmore's

Lloyd Banks

Rotten Apple

2006

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

of the day
I know that nothing's black and white so I just live in the gray
I'm tired of rapper flashing shit in my face
So imma try to make it out escaping

brothers, we go off the edge And I'm knowin' they all gonna ride
Yeah, I tried to tell them my niggas would get it no matter the road
I feel like the prophet

path,
You don't even know your way.

Wait, hold up.
Ain't you the same girl I call every time that I roll up?
Hold up, wait.
Why you always call every

(phew) 
All my brothers bossin' up, it isn't just me (yeah)
Couple bad apples got cut off of the family tree (facts)
Rooted in New York, but we extended

Next Levels

DJ Food

You Don't Know (DJ Food's 1000 Masks Mix)

2008

my lines
Hold up, respect the architect
Digital rollin', my whole crew roll with VS
Type to master this whole universe in three steps

We stretch

changed since we
Kicked it the night befo
I feel I lost it all but still got
A part of my life to go (damn)
And just to let you know I'm livin
It up to make

and get to no no out the way and
Have at it as if I don't know how to say when
Until I'm totally satiated off of raw meat
Triple OG finally made it off

The Motherfucking Star
That’s Why You Ain’t On No Other Motherfucking Platform, Don’t Nobody Invite You No Where

Look, Some Nizzaz Had A Big Brother, We Ain’t Have

not at all aye hit him with the Draco
Lil baby body done saved her name under Maaco
They just freed my brother Whoop aye long live Phatal
The only nigga

Dammy girl not today 

cnd if a dammy homeboy 
Wanna brother 
Trust me will cut them off my way 

Time is too precious 
Dammy I am too ambitious 

Yeah

the fucking license plate
High as kite, find a way
Searching for a home
Five-0 screaming "stop the car"
But I be blasting my song woah
Rev it up and she just

that I roll up
Hold up, wait
Why you always call every time your brother go upstate
Years of my life, I spent that
But you won't even give a nigga chance

of the grocery store
Saying I can't do this

We went in the woods
It was just me and you
The river was dry
You pulled me down under water
Funny what makes

Give My Last Breath

Trae

Life Goes On

2007

like a lot done changed since we kicked it the night before
I feel I lost it all and still got a part of my life to go
And just to let you know I'm

Don't rub me the wrong way better call a masseuse 
Everybody a target so I don't aim I just shoot
If you broke being dead is the only excuse
Stomping

Live from the working class trash bin
Where I'm surrounded by tax
Payers and soon-to-be has-beens
Where Afghanis in tents are in the past-tense