Yukmouth Father Like Son Lyrics

Thugged Out: The Albulation Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Godzilla
  • 2 Do Yo Thug Thang
  • 3 City of Dope
  • 4 Thugged Out
  • 5 Ridaz
  • 6 Stallion
  • 7 Father Like Son
  • 8 Hater
  • 9 U Love 2 Hate
  • 10 Ice Cream Man
  • 11 It's in My Blood, Part II
  • 12 Still Ballin'
  • 13 Revelationz
  • 14 Rolex Rulez
    CD 2
  • 1 Sad Millionaire
  • 2 The Ballers Feud
  • 3 Pop Da Collar
  • 4 My Buddy
  • 5 Extortion
  • 6 Menage A Trois
  • 7 Falling
  • 8 Mackin vs Pimpin
  • 9 Gangsta Bitch
  • 10 Rap-A-Lot Mafia
  • 11 Sacrifice My Life
  • 12 Baller Mode
  • 13 Bumbell
  • 14 Secret Indictment
  • 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
    Cuz, when it get dark
    That’s when this shit starts, an daddy didn’t raise no marks!

    *(chorus)* 3x

    Written by: Jerold Ellis, Leroy Williams Jr
    Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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