Lloyd Banks - Dear Father lyrics

[Verse 1: {Whoo Kid}] an*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***as that ain't about sh** (g'eah!) My n***az 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** 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 k**as 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***as still hate out they mouth fast Now look around, there's more meets than "Dre from OutKast". ('ahaa!) {Whoooooo!} The system ain't sh**! - We all laugh. (f** them!) The police will handcuff a n***a, then ask for a autograph. (oh!) You a**ume that you bigga, Till I flip out and put the metal on yo face like the "Sanct Lunatic n***a" (uuuuuuuuuh-ooooooooooh!) {NON STOP} [gunshot] I got my vest - ON! I got my strap - ON! My n***a fall down in the mix, I'm goin' back - FOR HIM! (ha!) Now my stats - GROWN. (uh!) b**hes 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 gra** .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**in' 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***a? Come here! - Let me spit in yo ear! {Whooooo!} Don't you want some of the foul sh** 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**as 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' b**h 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 bullsh** 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]