Father Like Son Lyrics - Singles - Yukmouth

Yes. 

Yes. 

My lil shortys gonna be a thug. 

Father like son, like son like dad. 

My family all into makin this cash. 

Shorty's gonna be a thug. 

Like father, like son, like son, like dad. 

My family's all into makin this cash. 

My lil, shortys gonna be a thug. 

Like father, like son, like son, like dad. 

My family's all into makin this cash. 

Chorus 

Look in yo eyes 

an I see, the reflection of me 

my little guy 

thank the Lord for blessin me wit a seed 

before he died 

my father taught these lessons to me 

an before I die, I share the same lessons that he was stressin to me 

nigga it's in yo blood, you gone be a thug 

no matter the cause 

niggas born to floss, an be the boss 

that's how he was taught 

I raised you in the North 

away from the hood where, times are hard 

but as soon as the, grind get hard 

you put yo time in God. 

Verse 1 

It's in our blood 

thuggin 

til the days of my death 

my last breath taken by the ATF like, David Koresh 

my steps of life 

my last testimony, God bless my wife 

my lil son gone be set for life, always dressed up nice 

and smokin Kryponite 

might grow up an rip the mic 

or slang some chickens like his great grandpappy 

whatever makes the man happy 

grands snappy 

but Lord forbid, he try to do the same shit that his pappy did 

nigga, end up in some khaki shit 

handcuffed, in back of the bus wit a gang of other niggas fucked up 

then shipped up, shit greed 

shit get deep 

niggas bleed 

information juss to get free 

that's why you never see no busta niggas hangin wit me 

be a loner 

if you ain't got that fuckin Dragon tattoo on ya 

knock a nigga on his ass, so fast the class makes have to use amonia 

to wake him up 

nurse, pick him up 

an take him up 

hit the dice game in the alley way 

yo nigga break 'em up. 

Chorus *(Yukmouth)* 

Look in yo eyes 

an I see, a reflection of me 

my little guy 

thank the Lord for blessin me wit a seed 

before he died 

my father taught these lessons to me 

an before I die, I share the same lessons that he was stressin to me 

it's in yo blood, you gone be a thug 

no matter the cost 

born to floss, an to be the boss 

that's how he was taught 

I raised you in the North 

away from the hood where, times are hard 

but as soon as the, grind get hard 

you put yo time in God 

it's in our blood. 

Verse 2 

And send a letter to my killa 

whoever it my be 

I know that death is callin, I can hear it pagin me 

chasin me 

(ch-ch... haha) 

like Jason be 

but ain't no breakin me 

or takin the safe from me 

not even a fuckin 8 from me 

be ready to catch a thirty-eight to the chest straight from me 

even if they wasted me 

my son will be replacin me 

on the street makin g's 

like his poppy was 

smokin chronic budded 

sellin drugs like his poppy does 

see his poppy was a, mutha fuckin soldier 

hittin figure eights up in Nova 

always smokin doja 

wit a pocket full of quarters 

went from bein a small timer, to highroller 

to the block controller 

set up shop, an got it locked wit all the rocks an powdered cola 

now the cowards know the time 

taught you to grind before your time 

I taught you how to hold a 9 

taught you how to stay sharper than a poker prime 

nigga focus yo mind, on the money 

fuck a big behind 

an keep a click of down ass niggas, an then you'll be fine 

these are the rules 

nigga choose to utilize or loose 

pay yo dues 

if I die juss get my face tattooed 

up on yo shoulder, or right over your heart 

'cause, when it get dark 

that's when this shit starts, an daddy didn't raise no marks! 

*(Chorus)* 3x