Like Father Like Son Lyrics - Singles - Sporty Thievz

(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 ''cause 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)