"My family tree, consists of drug dealers, thugs and killers
Strugglin, known to hustle screamin fukk they feelings
I got advice from my father, all he told me was this
nikkaz, 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, nikkaz gon' hate you for whatever you do
Now rule one -- get your cash on, M.O.B.
That's Money Over bytches, cause they breed envy
Now rule two is a hard one, watch for phonies
Keep yo', enemies close nikka, 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"
This part is so powerful
...a father forced to lace his son wit game when he too damn young to understand cuz he know he might not be around to teach em later...now the son facing the same thing