| My family tree, consists of drug dealers, thugs and killers Strugglin, known to hustle screamin fuck they feelings I got advice from my father, all he told me was this Niggaz, get off your ass if you plan to be rich There's ten rules to the game, but I'll share with you two Know, niggaz gon' hate you for whatever you do Now rule one -- get your cash on, MOB That's Money Over Bitches, cause they breed envy Now rule two is a hard one, watch for phonies Keep yo', enemies close nigga, watch yo' homies It seemed a little unimportant, when he told me I smiled Picture jewels being handed, to an innocent child I never knew in my lifetime I'd live by these rules Initiated as an outlaw, studying rules Now papa ain't around, so I gotta recall or come to grips with bein on my enemy's wall (rest in peace) Promised if I have a seed, I'ma guide him right Dear Lord don't let me die tonite I got words for my comrades, listen and learn Ain't nuttin free, give back what you earn, no doubt Gettin higher than a motherfucker, blessed and pleased This Thug Life'll be the death of me, c'mon, yeah And I remember what my papa told me Remember what my papa told me, blasphemy [Chorus: Prince Ital] Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin my bird in a cloud Usin de name of de Lord in vein While de people in de ghetto, feel nuff pain [Tupac] We probably in Hell already, our dumb asses not knowin Everybody kissin ass to go to heaven ain't goin Put my soul on it, I'm ... |
