[U-God]
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My mother said my father was a real livewire
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Hustled on the avenue of Lennox
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That he was a don, shot dope in his arm
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Paid visits to the methodon clinic
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A straight womanizer, no religion
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He just leaned on bitches
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His name rung in the slums, niggaz run for they gun
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Blood thirsty, he was so vicious
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[Chorus: U-God (Ebony Burke)]
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Poppa was a rolling stone (he left a long time ago)
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Poppa was a rolling stone (he never ever was at home, no, no)
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Momma said daddy's dead (stop messing with the baby's head)
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One day he'll grow up strong (one day he'll be a man)
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[U-God]
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Momma said father was a mean muthafucka
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A clean muthafucka, a lean muthafucka
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Got money in the pot, got his pops in the block
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For sellings rocks, a dope fiend, muthafuckas
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He struggled all his life, got blood on his knife
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Light skinned, he had your eyes
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But my mother couldn't handle him
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The liquor, the gambling, plus he had four wives
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[Chorus]
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[U-God]
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My mother said my father had a real bad temper
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Loud, wild, he was too foul
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With no hesitation, he would kill you
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With no education, he was still proud
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With his brother Big Harvey, he did a bank robbery
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A car flipped, all the money spilled out
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Before it was done, police caught him with some
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Riddle of bullets, he died in a shootout
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[Chorus x2]
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A Long Time Ago
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U-God |