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Yes. |
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Yes. |
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My lil shortys gonna be a thug. |
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Father like son, like son like dad. |
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My family all into makin this cash. |
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Shorty's gonna be a thug. |
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Like father, like son, like son, like dad. |
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My family's all into makin this cash. |
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My lil, shortys gonna be a thug. |
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Like father, like son, like son, like dad. |
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My family's all into makin this cash. |
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Chorus |
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Look in yo eyes |
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An i see, the reflection of me |
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My little guy |
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Thank the lord for blessin me wit a seed |
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Before he died |
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My father taught these lessons to me |
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An before i die, i share the same lessons that he was stressin to me |
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Nigga it's in yo blood, you gone be a thug |
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No matter the cause |
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Niggas born to floss, an be the boss |
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That's how he was taught |
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I raised you in the north |
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Away from the hood where, times are hard |
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But as soon as the, grind get hard |
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You put yo time in god. |
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Verse 1 |
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It's in our blood |
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Thuggin |
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Til the days of my death |
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My last breath taken by the atf like, david koresh |
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My steps of life |
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My last testimony, god bless my wife |
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My lil son gone be set for life, always dressed up nice |
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And smokin kryponite |
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Might grow up an rip the mic |
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Or slang some chickens like his great grandpappy |
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Whatever makes the man happy |
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Grands snappy |
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But lord forbid, he try to do the same shit that his pappy did |
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Nigga, end up in some khaki shit |
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Handcuffed, in back of the bus wit a gang of other niggas fucked up |
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Then shipped up, shit greed |
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Shit get deep |
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Niggas bleed |
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Information juss to get free |
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That's why you never see no busta niggas hangin wit me |
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Be a loner |
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If you ain't got that fuckin dragon tattoo on ya |
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Knock a nigga on his ass, so fast the class makes have to use amonia |
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To wake him up |
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Nurse, pick him up |
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An take him up |
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Hit the dice game in the alley way |
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Yo nigga break 'em up. |
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Chorus *(yukmouth)* |
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Look in yo eyes |
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An i see, a reflection of me |
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My little guy |
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Thank the lord for blessin me wit a seed |
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Before he died |
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My father taught these lessons to me |
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An before i die, i share the same lessons that he was stressin to me |
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It's in yo blood, you gone be a thug |
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No matter the cost |
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Born to floss, an to be the boss |
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That's how he was taught |
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I raised you in the north |
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Away from the hood where, times are hard |
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But as soon as the, grind get hard |
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You put yo time in god |
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It's in our blood. |
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Verse 2 |
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And send a letter to my killa |
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Whoever it my be |
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I know that death is callin, i can hear it pagin me |
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Chasin me |
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(ch-ch... haha) |
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Like jason be |
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But ain't no breakin me |
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Or takin the safe from me |
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Not even a fuckin 8 from me |
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Be ready to catch a thirty-eight to the chest straight from me |
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Even if they wasted me |
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My son will be replacin me |
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On the street makin g's |
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Like his poppy was |
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Smokin chronic budded |
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Sellin drugs like his poppy does |
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See his poppy was a, mutha fuckin soldier |
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Hittin figure eights up in nova |
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Always smokin doja |
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Wit a pocket full of quarters |
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Went from bein a small timer, to highroller |
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To the block controller |
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Set up shop, an got it locked wit all the rocks an powdered cola |
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Now the cowards know the time |
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Taught you to grind before your time |
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I taught you how to hold a 9 |
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Taught you how to stay sharper than a poker prime |
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Nigga focus yo mind, on the money |
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Fuck a big behind |
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An keep a click of down ass niggas, an then you'll be fine |
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These are the rules |
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Nigga choose to utilize or loose |
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Pay yo dues |
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If i die juss get my face tattooed |
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Up on yo shoulder, or right over your heart |
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Cuz, when it get dark |
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That's when this shit starts, an daddy didn't raise no marks! |
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*(chorus)* 3x |
