Yes, yes   My lil shorty's 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' shorty's gonna be a thug   Like father, like son, like son, like dad   My family's all into makin' this cash      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      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 jus' 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 ammonia   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      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      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   (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 lose   Pay yo dues, if I die jus' 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      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      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      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