Blasphemy

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Tupac, don't start that blasphemy in here
Makaveli, the new breed and I remember what my pops told me
The new word, follow me, remember what my pops told me

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, M.O.B.
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' written 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

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

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 fightin' devil, niggaz daily
Plus the media be crucifying brothers severely

Tell me, I ain't God's son, nigga, Mom a virgin
We got addicted, had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto
Doin' wild shit, l
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