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Sporty Thievz

Like Father Like Son

  hip-hop  rap  hip hop for respect  hip hop  new york
506 3 часа назад

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(Chorus) 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 (Chorus) "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 (Chorus) 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" (Chorus) (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 (Chorus fades)

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