Yukmouth - Father Like Son Lyrics
Yes.Yes.My lil shortys gonna be a thug.Father like son, like son like dad.My family all into makin this cash.Shortys gonna be a thug.Like father, like son, like son, like dad.My familys all into makin this cash.My lil, shortys gonna be a thug.Like father, like son, like son, like dad.My familys all into makin this cash.ChorusLook in yo eyesAn I see, the reflection of meMy little guyThank the lord for blessin me wit a seedBefore he diedMy father taught these lessons to meAn before I die, I share the same lessons that he was stressin to meNigga its in yo blood, you gone be a thugNo matter the causeNiggas born to floss, an be the bossThats how he was taughtI raised you in the northAway from the hood where, times are hardBut as soon as the, grind get hardYou put yo time in god.Verse 1Its in our bloodThugginTil the days of my deathMy last breath taken by the atf like, david koreshMy steps of lifeMy last testimony, God bless my wifeMy lil son gone be set for life, always dressed up niceAnd smokin kryponiteMight grow up an rip the micOr slang some chickens like his great grandpappyWhatever makes the man happyGrands snappyBut lord forbid, he try to do the same shit that his pappy didNigga, end up in some khaki shitHandcuffed, in back of the bus wit a gang of other niggas *****ed upThen shipped up, shit greedShit get deepNiggas bleedInformation juss to get freeThats why you never see no busta niggas hangin wit meBe a lonerIf you aint got that *****in dragon tattoo on yaKnock a nigga on his ass, so fast the class makes have to use amoniaTo wake him upNurse, pick him upAn take him upHit the dice game in the alley wayYo nigga break em up.Chorus *(yukmouth)*Look in yo eyesAn I see, a reflection of meMy little guyThank the lord for blessin me wit a seedBefore he diedMy father taught these lessons to meAn before I die, I share the same lessons that he was stressin to meIts in yo blood, you gone be a thugNo matter the costBorn to floss, an to be the bossThats how he was taughtI raised you in the northAway from the hood where, times are hardBut as soon as the, grind get hardYou put yo time in godIts in our blood.Verse 2And send a letter to my killaWhoever it my beI know that death is callin, I can hear it pagin meChasin me(ch-ch... haha)Like jason beBut aint no breakin meOr takin the safe from meNot even a *****in 8 from meBe ready to catch a thirty-eight to the chest straight from meEven if they wasted meMy son will be replacin meOn the street makin gsLike his poppy wasSmokin chronic buddedSellin drugs like his poppy doesSee his poppy was a, mutha *****in soldierHittin figure eights up in novaAlways smokin dojaWit a pocket full of quartersWent from bein a small timer, to highrollerTo the block controllerSet up shop, an got it locked wit all the rocks an powdered colaNow the cowards know the timeTaught you to grind before your timeI taught you how to hold a 9Taught you how to stay sharper than a poker primeNigga focus yo mind, on the money***** a big behindAn keep a click of down ass niggas, an then youll be fineThese are the rulesNigga choose to utilize or loosePay yo duesIf I die juss get my face tattooedUp on yo shoulder, or right over your heartCuz, when it get darkThats when this shit starts, an daddy didnt raise no marks!*(chorus)* 3x
