Dear Father

(album: Mo Money In The Bank Part Three: Cashing In - 2005)

Analyze the way that I walk, check out my outfit (g'eah!) Whooooo!
Notice the bulge in my sweater, it'll come out quick
Distance myself from niggas that ain't about shit (g'eah!)
My niggaz overreact so don't let your mouth sled. (AAAGGGGHH!)
I'm drinking, thinking, smoking, choking, trying to maintaiiiin (uh-huh!)
Now hurry up! It's time to put up my A-game. (g'eah!)
My environment is paranoid ever since AIDS came
You fuck 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!)

Dear Fatheeeer
I'm asking for yo' hand
Drag me trough all the obstacles 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 feeling a lot of pressure
When they know you doing good they wanna test ya. NON STOP!

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 I got my vest – ON! I got my strap – ON!
My nigga fall down in the mix, I'm going back – FOR HIM! (ha!)
Now my stats – GROWN. (uh!) Bitches know who I am
I hit the stage pop the rubber band 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 mothafucking team ask. (yeeeeah!)

Dear Fatheeeer
I'm asking for yo' hand
Drag me trough all the obstacles 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 slipping and my heart let's me down. (yeah!) "HUNGER FOR MORE"
Dear Fatheeeer... PLATINUM!
I've been feeling a lot of pressure
When they know you doing good they wanna test ya

What's popping 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 long, they usually inappear (g'eah!)
They be standing on that corner 2 in the morning with that beer. (g'eah!)
Trying 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 one way (uh!) full off gunplay. (YEAH!)
Yo' bitch wanted Sunday! – But I rather hit it sooner
Keep ya dirty encircled don't get added to a rumor. (whooo!)
Into the average consumer – it might seem harsh
But this is how the bullshit starts. (aaaayo!)

Dear Fatheeeer
I'm asking for yo' hand, CAN'T FORGET NELSON!
Drag me trough all the obstacles 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 slipping and my heart let's me down. (yeah!) THUG GABIE
Dear Fatheeeer... YOU GET IT TOO!
I've been feeling a lot of pressure
When they know you doing good they wanna test ya. Whoooo!