Tom: D# minor
Verse 1
G#m
B
G#m
Yes.
Yes.
B
G#m
D#m
My lil shortysgonna be a thug.
Father like son, like son like dad.
G#m
D#m
My family all into makin
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
D#m
thug.
Like father, like son, like son,
like dad.
F#
D#m
My family's all into makin
Verse 2
G#m
yo eyes
an I see, the reflection of me
my little guy
E
thank the Lord for blessin me wit a seed
my father taught these
lessons to me
an before I die, I share the same lessons
B
that he was stressin to me
G#m
nigga it's in yo blood,
you gone be a thug
no matter the cause
niggas born to floss, an be the boss
D#m
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 3
thuggin
til the days of my death
my last breath taken by the ATF like,
my last testimony, God bless my wife
my lil son gone be set for life,
G#m
and smokin Kryponite
might grow up an rip the mic
or slang some chickens like
his great grandpappy
E
D#m
whatever makes the man happy
grands snappy
but Lord forbid,
he try to do the same shit that his pappy did
B
G#m
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
information juss to get free
that's why you never see no
busta niggas hangin wit me
G#m
if you ain't got that fuckin
Dragon tattoo on ya
knock a nigga on his ass,
E
D#m
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
Chorus *(Yukmouth)*
Verse 4
an I see, a reflection of me
my little guy
E
thank the Lord for blessin me wit a seed
my father taught these
lessons to me
an before I die,
I share the same lessons that he was stressin to me
B
G#m
it's in yo blood, you gone be a thug
no matter the cost
born to floss, an to be the boss
D#m
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
B
G#m
it's in our blood.
Verse 2
Verse 5
G#m
And send a letter to my killa whoever
it my be
I know that death is callin,
(ch- ch... haha)
like Jason be
but ain't no breakin me
or takin the safe from me
B
G#m
not even a fuckin 8from 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
E
D#m
on the street makin g's
like his poppy was
smokin chronic budded
sellin drugs like his poppy does
B
G#m
see his poppy was a,
mutha fuckin soldier
hittin figure eights up in Nova
always smokin doja
E
wit a pocket full of quarters
D#m
went from bein a small timer,
to highroller
to the block controller
set up shop, an got it locked wit all
B
the rocks an powdered cola
G#m
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
D#m
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
B
G#m
these are the rules
nigga choose to utilize or loose
pay yo dues
if I die juss get my face tattooed
E
D#m
up on yo shoulder,
or right over your heart
'cause, when it get dark
that's when this shit starts,
B
G#m
E
D#m
an daddy didn't
B
G#m
E
D#m
raise
B
G#m
no marks!
Outro 1
*(Chorus)* 3x
G#m
E
D#m
B
G#m
E
D#m
G#m
B
G#m
E
D#m
B
G#m
E
D#m
G#m
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