Lloyd Banks - Without You lyrics

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***as get be-headed, guillotine 'em out the crew 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**h!) - I love my Glock, married her! (whoo!) Carried her thru my daily, they mad - they can't get near me 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! With' mansions and friendly neighbors (uh!) - and VVS lasers (uh!) Pool parties, b**hes in bikinis doin' favors Had negative n***as raised us. - And gave us the game Planned everything carefully. - Prepared to be the mane. (mane!) 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**! (push sh**!) - Neck full of bullsh** (bullsh**!) I'm ridin' with' a full clip! Same clique, SouthSide No bright colors, all black when we outside. {Whooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! } 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**'d up Heaven is where we end up, cause it's been hot as sh** here (sh** here!) It's gotta be hell! - How many died this year? (huh?) Heavy fly wrist-wear; am I the guy? sh**, yeah! (sh**, yeah!) You deserve to sit, you give homicide tip, queer I like my b**h 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!) Chrome hearted Rover feet. - n***a picture me trick! You KNOW I'm cheap! (KNOW I'm cheap!) - I getcha seasick, the flow is deep. (deep!) You getcha knees hit, ya fingers broke you STILL Treatin' this sh** just like the street - dope for sale! (eeee-eeeeehhh!) 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**! (push sh**!) - Neck full of bullsh** (bullsh**!) I'm ridin' with' a full clip! Same clique, SouthSide No bright colors, all black when we outside SHADYVILLE-dot-BIZ! CAN'T FORGET... LIGHT THE BARBER!