(Chorus) Passed from old to young to dumb Somethin' wonder where I got my smarts from where I got my heart by the gun then die by one your time gon' come Learned from my pops like like son
(Verse 1) The can't bug him ''cause to fear him is to love him 'Till death him leavin' the stugs above him You could try to drug him his food while he's grubbin' Half-dead paramedics got to fibulate his Cousin was stubbin, chrome in the duffle .357 long-nose potatoe Nigga stayed in 'till guns sprayed the bubble Ran out of the car, blood layed in puddles At the funeral mourn niggas the henny on him He was walking on threads, the Fedz had on him Died the semi on him, now life goes on Reading the will he said bury me with clothes on And let my wife glow on, ki's while I'm waiting The cash, combination stashed the painting Give my son everything he's taking, what he wants he can The car keys with the red
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"Yo Tone, If father was alive you wouldn't be out here running around wilding, drinking, and shit, yo ass would be to stay alive and striving for better things in life You know I'm sayin? Yo fuck that I give up."
(Verse 2) Naw, that can't be Tone, who's father got blown In the tropical six, peep seats chrome phone slow jammin', Ice on his throat hanging Dangling, ninety on sharp roads handling Can't be him, naw, he jumped out Pulled a blunt out, dumb out, then puffed his lungs out his tounge out, chick that passed him grabbed him She all laughing, rubbed his moustache, he was dazzling Said call her and passed him the pen Said beep him at ten, his number on her skin Got back in the six, relaxed a bit, and kissed Some chick the tints, asked him for flicks He posed holding and chips like he was rich The way he flossed was like he hit a law suit Should've saw Dubez, bubling like oil Ice reflected foil to a disco ball
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Yo, ten sharp, honey hit him on the hip Tone comes the strip, ear to the flip Spittin' of his pops with a 4 pail on him Niggas in the went and bust around on him Honey shotgun to clown on him Tone went, "Whatchu good for?" and the bitch down on him Now it's on, Tone went straight to the Heavily secluded a guard at the gate But wait, Tone hoe's goes with crime Crime with niggas tailing the whole time why he brought em' to the sticks, he was on to them dicks >From a lad he those were the niggas who killed daddy Told her, "Bitch, got a surprise, close eyes, don't wrestle" Put it to her and said, "God bless you" Ran into the and went straight for the guns Peeping the assainants high-tech surveilence father like son done, but who the last man standing? Tone ain't goin' out like and Brandon Bombs in the canon, AK's and 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 Buried under the porch and never got caught taught: to the smartest, there's always smarter and you gotta learn to be a man before you can learn to be a father
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