[L.V.]

Papa was a rolling stone

Wherever he laid his hat was his home

And when he died all he left us was alone



[Prode'je]

Pops was a roller, on the streets 

He'd beat the young busters he used to meet

I mean scandalous, all I heard was in the contrary

Yo, that's why the Prod is no fairy

Papa was a hustler, so I wanted to sling

To live up to the name I claim

Mama cried, tryin to stop me in my ignorance

But I was grown, I didn't have sense

All I knew I was poor, black, broke and hungry

And the streets, they were callin me

So I stepped, ready and willing to be a G

To make it easy for my family and me

As for pops, I never got to see the man

But I heard he took matters in his own hand

In the streets he was up on it, well renowned

And if you put him down, yo, then go down

Hard, I won't take charts, I serve charts

Pimpin hoes and breakin hearts

On the for realer my nigga, yo, plain and simple

The man's back, but now he's uptempo



[L.V.]

I never had a chance to see him

Never heard nothin but bad things about him

Brother, I'm depending on you

To tell me the truth



[Havikk]

Pops was a roller, moms seems to tell me

Well respected by all, that's what I wanna be

Hardcore, in the streets I'd be a macker

Quick to smack a, yo, or even jack a

Soft-hearted brother, pops was a roller

Gamin a dub and now here comes his son

Street-smart, on the dice he was a straight G

On the dice my pops would get busy

Yeah, my pops was a true pimp

He kept a nine and a gangsta limp

Whoever owed him money got beat cause he ran the streets

Like a G and brought people mysery

I heard pops used to hang out

On the corner gettin drunk and beatin niggas' brains out

I got a name to uphold, so I hit the streets

Broke as hell to take what belongs to me

I saw money, moms said: "Yo, Havikk, please

Leave the streets", then I thought of clockin gees

Jack of all trades, like pops I ran the street scene

It's my turn to roll and live life a king



[L.V.]

I heard papa called himself a jack of all trades

Tell me is that what sent papa to an early grave

Folks said papa would beg, borrow or steal

To pay his bills



Papa was a rolling stone

Wherever he laid his hat was his home

And when he died all he left us was alone



[uncredited guest rapper]

Cold fakin, never ever on the home front

Beatin moms, yo, pop was a punk

Smokin lleyo and drinkin 8Ball

Thinkin small and tryin to be tall

I was a kid but still I can say this

Pop was tryin to game in a quiz

In the streets he got beat down

Wearin a frown he came home, playin moms like a weak sound

[??????] more fools that you're askin

Told the truth, G's you'd be faded

So you better chill, punk, or get smacked

Huh, smack me and I smack you back



[L.V.]

My brother

Folks said papa was never much on thinkin

Spendin most of his time chasin women and drinkin

Brother, I'm depending on you

To tell me the truth



Papa was a rolling stone

Wherever he laid his hat was his home

And when he died all he left us was alone