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letra de without you - lloyd banks

[kids oveation]

[verse 1:]
uh! – if you a g, this for you! (for you…)
possessive mind, if i see it i pursue. (uh!)
take a look at where i come from – you’ll see what i been thru (thru!)
snake n-gg-s get be-headed, guillotine ’em out the crew. [kids ovation]
funny thing is without you – i wouldn’t have a clue!
on what to do when ran into – a lady such as yourself (yeah!)
not lady as in a gender – but lady as in character
my lady heart bigger. (b-tch!) – i love my glock, married her! (whoo!)
carried her thru my daily, they mad – they can’t get near me [police sirens]
think i won’t – hit ya, dare me, you’ll be smoked, click, ya hear me? (hear me?)
but not really! – shout to all the haters (yeah!)
cause that’s all they really want – attention from money makers! [gunshot]
with’ mansions and friendly neighbors (uh!) – and vvs lasers (uh!)
pool parties, b-tches in bikinis doin’ favors.
had negative n-gg-s raised us. – and gave us the game
planned everything carefully. – prepared to be the mane. (mane!)

[chorus: {dj whoo kid}]
the hatin’ don’t get me! – them switch-siders won’t switch me (naah!)
they wishy! – and disloyal – broke and shifty!
if we really want you gone, then you’ll be gone – don’t wrong!
sad song, they been frontin’ mad long. – blast on ’em! [gunshot]
laugh at em’! gas face ’em, chase ’em [gunshot] to the train station!
cause you know he don’t push sh-t! (push sh-t!) – neck full of bullsh-t (bullsh-t!) [shot]
i’m ridin’ with’ a full clip! same clique, southside.
no bright colors, all black when we outside. {whooooooooooooooo kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}

[verse 2:]
dressed up and vest’d up. – hennessy in my stress cup (strees cup!)
princess cut from the neck up, hand on my right and my left nut. (whoo!)
esv’in cause cadillac make the best truck
i fill ’em up with females, beggin’ me to be s-x’d up. [scream]
heaven is where we end up, cause it’s been hot as sh-t here (sh-t here!)
it’s gotta be h-ll! – how many died this year? (huh?)
heavy fly wrist-wear; am i the guy? sh-t, yeah! (sh-t, yeah!)
you deserve to sit, you give homicide tip, queer. [gunshot]
i like my b-tch rare! (naaah!) – not all in the street!
that’ll getcha peter rolled – meter blown all in ya seat. (in ya seat!)
we don’t care if no one eat! – we don’t trust them! (them!)
and they don’t trust us; no one speak! – grimey, ’til i go to sleep! (yeah!) [blast]
chrome hearted rover feet. – n-gg- picture me trick!
you know i’m cheap! (know i’m cheap!) – i getcha seasick, the flow is deep. (deep!)
you getcha knees h-t, ya fingers broke you still
treatin’ this sh-t just like the street – dope for sale! (eeee-eeeeehhh!)

[chorus:]
the hatin’ don’t get me! – them switch-siders won’t switch me (naah!)
they wishy! – and disloyal – broke and shifty!
if we really want you gone, then you’ll be gone – don’t wrong!
sad song, they been frontin’ mad long. – blast on ’em!
laugh at em’! gas face ’em, chase ’em to the train station!
cause you know he don’t push sh-t! (push sh-t!) – neck full of bullsh-t (bullsh-t!)
i’m ridin’ with’ a full clip! same clique, southside.
no bright colors, all black when we outside. [gunshot]

[outro:]
shadyville-dot-biz! [kids oveation]
can’t forget… light the barber! [beat fades out] [police sirens] [kids oveation]

- lloyd banks

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