Father Like Son

Yes, yes
 My lil shorty's gonna be a thug
 Father like son, like son, like dad
 My family all into makin' this cash
 Shorty's gonna be a thug
 Like father, like son, like son, like dad
 My family's all into makin' this cash
 My lil' shorty's gonna be a thug
 Like father, like son, like son, like dad
 My family's all into makin' this cash
 Look in yo eyes an' I see the reflection of me, my little guy
 Thank the Lord for blessin' me wit' a seed before he died
 My father taught these lessons to me
 An' before I die, I share the same lessons
 That he was stressin' to me
 Nigga, it's in yo blood, you gone be a thug no matter the cause
 Niggas born to floss, an' be the boss that's how he was taught
 I raised you in the North away from the hood
 Where times are hard but as soon as the grind get hard
 You put yo time in God
 It's in our blood thuggin' til the days of my death
 My last breath taken by the ATF like, David Koresh
 My steps of life, my last testimony, God bless my wife
 My lil' son gone be set for life, always dressed up nice
 And smokin' Kryponite might grow up an' rip the mic
 Or slang some chickens like his great grandpappy
 Whatever makes the man happy, grands snappy
 But Lord forbid, he try to do the same shit that his pappy did
 Nigga, end up in some khaki shit
 Handcuffed in back of the bus
 Wit a gang of other niggas fucked up, then shipped up
 Shit greed, shit get deep, niggas bleed
 Information jus' to get free
 That's why you never see no busta niggas hangin' wit me
 Be a loner if you ain't got that fuckin' Dragon tattoo on ya
 Knock a nigga on his ass
 So fast the class makes have to use ammonia
 To wake him up, nurse, pick him up an' take him up
 Hit the dice game in the alley way
 Yo nigga break 'em up
 Look in yo eyes an' I see a reflection of me, my little guy
 Thank the Lord for blessin' me wit a seed before he died
 My father taught these lessons to me
 An' before I die I share the same lessons
 That he was stressin' to me
 It's in yo blood, you gone be a thug no matter the cost
 Born to floss, an' to be the boss, that's how he was taught
 I raised you in the North away from the hood
 Where times are hard but as soon as the grind get hard
 You put yo time in God, it's in our blood
 And send a letter to my killa, whoever it my be
 I know that death is callin', I can hear it pagin' me, chasin' me
 (Haha)
 Like Jason be but ain't no breakin' me
 Or takin' the safe from me
 Not even a fuckin' 8 from me
 Be ready to catch a thirty-eight to the chest straight from me
 Even if they wasted me, my son will be replacin' me
 On the street makin G's like his poppy was
 Smokin' chronic budded, sellin' drugs like his poppy does
 See his poppy was a, mutha fuckin' soldier
 Hittin' figure eights up in Nova, always smokin' doja
 Wit a pocket full of quarters
 Went from bein' a small timer, to highroller to the block controller
 Set up shop an' got it locked wit all the rocks an powdered cola
 Now the cowards know the time
 Taught you to grind before your time
 I taught you how to hold a 9
 Taught you how to stay sharper than a poker prime
 Nigga focus yo mind, on the money, fuck a big behind
 An' keep a click of down ass niggas, an' then you'll be fine
 These are the rules, nigga choose to utilize or lose
 Pay yo dues, if I die jus' get my face tattooed
 Up on yo shoulder, or right over your heart
 'Cuz when it get dark that's when this shit starts
 An' daddy didn't raise no marks
 Look in yo eyes an' I see a reflection of me, my little guy
 Thank the Lord for blessin' me wit a seed before he died
 My father taught these lessons to me
 An' before I die I share the same lessons
 That he was stressin' to me
 It's in yo blood, you gone be a thug no matter the cost
 Born to floss, an' to be the boss, that's how he was taught
 I raised you in the North away from the hood
 Where times are hard but as soon as the grind get hard
 You put yo time in God, it's in our blood
 Look in yo eyes an' I see a reflection of me, my little guy
 Thank the Lord for blessin' me wit a seed before he died
 My father taught these lessons to me
 An' before I die I share the same lessons
 That he was stressin' to me
 It's in yo blood, you gone be a thug no matter the cost
 Born to floss, an' to be the boss, that's how he was taught
 I raised you in the North away from the hood
 Where times are hard but as soon as the grind get hard
 You put yo time in God, it's in our blood
 Look in yo eyes an' I see a reflection of me, my little guy
 Thank the Lord for blessin' me wit a seed before he died
 My father taught these lessons to me
 An' before I die I share the same lessons
 That he was stressin' to me
 It's in yo blood, you gone be a thug no matter the cost
 Born to floss, an' to be the boss, that's how he was taught
 I raised you in the North away from the hood
 Where times are hard but as soon as the grind get hard
 You put yo time in God, it's in our blood