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