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lloyd banks - dear father lyrics
[verse 1: {whoo kid}]
-n-lyze the way that i walk, check out my outfit
(g’eah!) {whooooo!}
notice the bulge in my sweater, it’ll come out quick.
[gunshot]
distance myself from n-gg-s that ain’t about sh-t
(g’eah!)
my n-gg-z overreact so don’t let your mouth sled.
(aaagggghh!)
i’m drinkin’, thinkin’, smokin’, chokin’, tryin’ to
maintaiiiin (uh-huh!)
now hurry up! it’s time to put up my a-game. (g’eah!)
my enviroment is paranoid ever since aids came
you f-ck around get real skinny and loose yo braids
mayne. (dam!) {whoooooooooooooooooooo}
i’m in that californian product got that backwood
{kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
my mixtapes is better than most alb-ms i’m that good!
(yeeeeaah!) {haha! }
if i thought it, i spoke it, if i said it, i meant it
no one is innocent you ether broke a law or you bent
it. (uh-huuuh!)
home of the cop killas and broke down houses (uh!)
your typical influence is; no one knows where they
child is. (uh!)
[chorus:]
dear fatheeeer…
i’m askin’ for yo’ hand,
drag me trough all the obsticles that come trough a
man. (yeah!)
dear fatheeeer…
can you look down on us?
cause lately i’ve been noticing a black crowd on us.
(‘eeah!)
dear fatheeeer…
will you accept me now,
if i get caught up slippin and my heart let’s me down.
(yeah!)
dear fatheeeer…
i’ve been feelin’ alot of preasure,
when they know you doin’ good they wanna test ya. {non
stop!}
[verse 2:]
the lil’ kids cry where i’m at! – and they ain’t gotta
carry books
cause mamma used the “book-back – money” to buy crack,
besides that! (that!) – n-gg-s still hate out they
mouth fast
now look around, there’s more meets than “dre from
outkast”. (‘ahaa!) {whoooooo!}
the system ain’t sh-t! – we all laugh. (f-ck them!)
the police will handcuff a n-gg-, then ask for a
autograph. (oh!)
you -ssume that you bigga,
till i flip out and put the metal on yo face like the
“sanct lunatic n-gg-” (uuuuuuuuuh-ooooooooooh!)
{non stop} [gunshot] i got my vest – on! i got my strap
– on!
my n-gg- fall down in the mix, i’m goin’ back – for
him! (ha!)
now my stats – grown. (uh!) b-tches know who i am
i hit the stage pop the rubberband and throw ’em a
grand. (yeah!)
and – i’m in that tanned lamb’, blowin on the green
gr-ss
.40-cali’ on me cause the dash got a mean stash.
[gunshot] (oohh!)
don’t let me industry him, take over queens fast (uh-
huh!)
the illest mothaf-ckin’ team ask. (yeeeeah!)
[chorus:]
dear fatheeeer…
i’m askin’ for yo’ hand,
drag me trough all the obsticles that come trough a
man. (yeah!) {cash lloyd bank$!}
dear fatheeeer…
can you look down on us? {“hunger for more tour”!}
cause lately i’ve been noticing a black crowd on us.
(‘eeah!)
dear fatheeeer…
will you accept me now,
if i get caught up slippin’ and my heart let’s me down.
(yeah!) {“hunger for more”…}
dear fatheeeer… {platinum! }
i’ve been feelin’ alot of preasure,
when they know you doin’ good they wanna test ya.
[verse 3:]
what’s poppin’ lil’ n-gg-? come here! – let me spit in
yo ear! {whooooo!}
don’t you want some of the foul sh-t that goes on here?
yeah? – it’ll take some time so you should pull up a
chair (uh-huh!)
while we – start with them stupid mothaf-ckas right
there. (uh-huh!) {whoooo!}
they sell ’em all day looong, they usualy inappear
(g’eah!)
they be standin’ on that corner 2 in the morning with
that beer. (g’eah!)
tryin’ to pitch on some product to get some gear (uh-
huh!)
and they babymammas still ridin the bus and can barely
afford the fare. (ha!) {non stop!}
no replacements in there. – we change faces every year
(g’eah!)
so n-body can miss him and they invent they disappear
(g’eah!)
but it wasn’t always like that (uh-huh!) they slipped
off the right track (uh!)
bucked into (uh!) a roadblock (uh!) from the oneway
(uh!) full off gunplay. [gunshot] (yeah!)
yo’ b-tch wanted sunday! – but i rather hit it sooner
keep ya dirty encircled don’t get att-tuted arumer.
(whooo!)
into the average consumer – it might seem harsh
but this is how the bullsh-t starts. (aaaayo!)
[chorus:]
dear fatheeeer…
i’m askin’ for yo’ hand, {can’t forget nelson!}
drag me trough all the obsticles that come trough a
man. (yeah!)
dear fatheeeer… {oh and money…}
can you look down on us? {comin’ at to you! }
cause lately i’ve been noticing a black crowd on us.
(‘eeah!)
dear fatheeeer…
will you accept me now,
if i get caught up slippin’ and my heart let’s me down.
(yeah!) {thug gabie…}
dear fatheeeer… {you get it too! }
i’ve been feelin’ alot of preasure,
when they know you doin’ good they wanna test ya.
[gunshot] {whoooo! } [beat stops]
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