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