Lloyd Banks Dear Father
[Verse 1: {Whoo Kid}]
Analyze 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 niggas that ain't about shit
(g'eah!)
My niggaz 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 albums 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!) - Niggas still hate out they
mouth fast
Now look around, there's more meets than "Dre from
OutKast". ('ahaa!) {Whoooooo!}
The system ain't shit! - We all laugh. (fuck them!)
The police will handcuff a nigga, then ask for a
autograph. (oh!)
You assume that you bigga,
Till I flip out and put the metal on yo face like the
"Sanct Lunatic Nigga" (uuuuuuuuuh-ooooooooooh!)
{NON STOP} [gunshot] I got my vest - ON! I got my strap
- ON!
My nigga fall down in the mix, I'm goin' back - FOR
HIM! (ha!)
Now my stats - GROWN. (uh!) Bitches 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
grass
.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 mothafuckin' 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' nigga? Come here! - Let me spit in
yo ear! {Whooooo!}
Don't you want some of the foul shit 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 mothafuckas 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 nobody 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' bitch wanted Sunday! - But I rather hit it sooner
Keep ya dirty encircled don't get attituted arumer.
(whooo!)
Into the average consumer - it might seem harsh
But this is how the bullshit 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]
