Artist: Makaveli
Album:  The Don Killuminati The 7 Day Theory
Song:   07 Just Like Daddy
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Just Like Daddy 
Outlaws (go 'head) in this.
Makaveli the don up in this.
No doubt.
Death Row, Makaveli the don
You could call me daddy.
I'll be your daddy.
That's right just like daddy.
For the ladies. 

Come with me any time you roll dedicate slow jams on the radio
I know you're happy I could feel your passion lookin out for ya just like daddy
Come on sunshine turns to rain baby I could take away your pain
If ya trust me close your eyes and feel the magic
Never leave when ya need me I'll do ya just like daddy

I met her when she was young her real daddy died when she was younger
Here moms let her do what she pleases said no one loved her
Her eyes shining love a diamond in the rough
The kind that you could love not yet touched but so much potential
Youngster let me guide your mental into a place
Where sourness and pain you'll never taste
By God's grace you was born with that face nothin but pure beauty
So for an eternity I feel it's my duty to be a soulja
Yeah baby got plans to mold ya and the coldest nights is when I hold ya
Like I'm supposed to as we grow closer I'll take you hand gladly
Anything you need ask me spoil my baby girl just like daddy

To alliviate the stress spendin time wit you I feel blessed
When you gone feel the pain so strong deep in my chest
When I got arrested came so close to goin to jail
Flowin blows at the po-po breakin the nails
Screamin loud goin all out damn I did it
You stay locked down at mom's house watchin the kids
Through the whole ? in the VI I see ya daily
When my fake homies try to fuck you you run and tell me
That's why I stay committed I thank God every time I hit it
Hopin you'll forgive me for the times I bullshitted
Me and you against the world we untouchable
Screamin like you're dying every time I'm fuckin you
You never had a father or a family but I'll be there
No need to fear so much insanity and through the years 
I know you gave me your heart and plus
When I'm dirt broke and fucked up ya still love me

Chorus

Boo would ya die for me down holdin my pistol gettin high wit me
Sounds tougher than bristols but when you cry I be your tissue
Back in the county writin letters how I miss you
Givin you credit apologetic how I dissed you
Kiss you for thinkin like a minor and on a level of this whole time
Of daddy ready to wine ya and dine you lace ya for totin vagina
And still be right behind ya true just like me and you no tellin what we could do
Gettin high between the sheets put the shit right here discreet
Puttin hickeys on your belly while we fuckin on the beach
I love it when you run up and grab me I feel for ya badly
Baby girl just like daddy

Shorty I lend my hand out to help your lost soul
Lookin for shelter on a late night accept it
Treat your girl won't disrespect you
My age is young out of place bitch callin days is done
From a tripsy to a missy ya know I raised ya hon
Placed her under my wing showed her how we swing
Now she rollin blunts for a king one they label thug Mrs
The essence of my ghetto sisters Hugs and kisses
This is for me to me to be a father figure

Chorus

(Come on) Throw your hands up put your hands up
Throw your hands up put your hands up
Throw your hands up put your hands up
Put your hands up throw your hands up
Where my sisters where my sisters at
Where my sisters where my sisters at
Where my sisters where my sisters at
Throw your hands in the air
Where my sisters where my sisters at
Where my sisters where my sisters at
Where my sisters where my sisters at
Throw your hands in the air
Outlawz in this mothafucka no doubt
Kadafi, Hussein, Makaveli, Napoleon, Norman
Idy, Kastro, Camilion, Storm
Put your hands in the mothafuckin air