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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

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