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Passed from old to young, wise to dumb

Somethin' wonder where i got my smarts from, where i got my heart from

Live by the gun, then die by one, your time gon' come

Learned from my pops like father, like son



(verse 1)

The fedz can't bug him, 'cuz to fear him is to love him

'till death hugs him, leavin' the stugs above him

You could try to drug him through his food while he's grubbin'

Half-dead paramedics got to fibulate his rubbin

Cousin was stubbin, chrome couple in the duffle

.357 long-nose potatoe muffle

Nigga stayed in trouble 'till guns sprayed the bubble

Ran out of the car, blood spots layed in puddles

At the funeral mourn niggas poured the henny on him

He was walking on threads, the fedz had plenty on him

Died with the semi on him, now life goes on

Reading the will he said bury me with nice clothes on

And let my wife glow on, leftover ki's while i'm waiting

The cash, combination stashed behind the painting

Give my son everything he's taking, what he wants he can flaunt

The car keys with the red dupont



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"yo tone, if your father was alive you wouldn't be out here

Running around wilding, drinking, smoking and shit,

Yo ass would be trying to stay alive and striving for better things in life

You know what i'm sayin? yo fuck that i give up."



(verse 2)

Naw, that can't be tone, who's father got blown alone

In the tropical six, peep seats fancy chrome

Cell phone slow jammin', ice on his throat hanging

Dangling, doin' ninety on sharp roads handling

Can't be him, naw, then he jumped out

Pulled a blunt out, dumb skunk out, then puffed his lungs out

Stuck his tounge out, chick that passed him grabbed him

She all laughing, rubbed his moustache, said he was dazzling

Said call her jasmine and passed him the pen

Said beep him at ten, wrote his number on her skin

Got back in the six, relaxed a bit, flashed and kissed

Some chick snapped the tints, asked him for flicks

He posed holding tits and chips like he was rich

The way he flossed loot was like he hit a law suit

Should've saw dubez, bubling like crisco oil

Ice reflected like foil to a disco ball



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Yo, ten o'clock sharp, honey hit him on the hip

Tone comes through the strip, ear to the flip

Spittin' image of his pops with a 4 pail on him

Niggas in the street went and bust around on him

Honey shotgun trying to clown on him

Tone went, "whatchu good for?" and the bitch went down on him

Now it's on, tone went straight to the estate

Heavily secluded with a guard at the gate

But wait, tone knows hoe's goes with crime

Crime goes with niggas tailing the whole time

That's why he brought em' to the sticks, he was on to them dicks

>from a lad he knew those were the niggas who killed daddy

Told her, "bitch, got a surprise, close your eyes, don't wrestle"

Put it to her head and said, "god bless you"

Ran into the crib and went straight for the guns

Peeping the assainants through high-tech surveilence

Like father like son done, but who the last man standing?

Tone ain't goin' out like bruce and brandon

Bombs in the canon, ak's and bazooks

Cocked all of them shits back, said "this is for pop dukes"



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(verse 3)

Of course gotta admit he was smarter than i thought

Buried bodies under the porch and never got caught

Lesson taught: to the smartest, there's always smarter

And first you gotta learn to be a man before you can learn to be a father



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