Lyrics Dear Father - Lloyd Banks

Dear Father

My enviroment is paranoid ever since AIDS came
You fuck around get real skinny and loose yo braids mayne.
(dam!)
I’m in that Californian product got that backwood
My mixtapes is better than most albums I’m that good!
(YEEEEAAH!)
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!)
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.
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!)
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!)
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.
(OOHH!)
Don’t let me industry him, take over Queens fast (uh-huh!)
The illest mothafuckin' team ask.
(yeeeeah!)
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.
What’s poppin' lil' nigga?
Come here!
— Let me spit in yo ear!
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!)
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!)
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.
(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!)
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.