Without You

Album cover art for "Without You" by Lloyd Banks

Lloyd Banks - Rap, In English

Without You

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Duration: 2:48

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[Verse 1] Uh, if you a G, this for you! (This 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 through (Through) Snake niggas 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. (bitch!) - I love my Glock, married her! (whoo!) Carried her through 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 moneymakers! With' mansions and friendly neighbors (uh!) - and VVS lasers (uh!) Pool parties, bitches in bikinis doin' favors Had negative niggas raised us. - And gave us the game Planned everything carefully. - Prepared to be the mane. (mane!) [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 shit! (push shit!) - Neck full of bullshit (bullshit!) 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 sex'd up Heaven is where we end up, cause it's been hot as shit here (shit here!) It's gotta be hell! - How many died this year? (huh?) Heavy fly wrist-wear; am I the guy? Shit, yeah! (shit, yeah!) You deserve to sit, you give homicide tip, queer I like my bitch 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. - Nigga 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 shit 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 shit! (push shit!) - Neck full of bullshit (bullshit!) 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!

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Credits

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  • Lloyd Banks