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(2pac)

hahaha

yeah, these r my words to my firstborn

u know what time it is

these r my words to my firstborn

nothin left to give

verse 1

now can ya picture young niggaz in a rush to grow


to old timers in the pen had to crush his throat

probably never even saw it comin

too busy bullshittin, caught him wit his mouth
runnin

ain't this a bitch they got me twisted in this
game

the feds and the punk police pointin pistols at
my brain

i wonder if i'm wrong cause i'm thugged out

my homies murdered execution style runnin out the
drug house

what was supposed to be a easy hit

now things r changed cause niggaz died over
bullshit

inside my dreams i'm seein pictures of a broken
man

no witnesses only questions of who smoked the man


young adolescents in our prime livin a life of
crime

though it ain't logical we hobblin through these
tryin times

livin blind Lord help me with my troubled soul

why all my homies had to die before they got to
grow

and right before i put my head on the pillow say
a prayer

one love to the thugs in heaven i'll see ya there


it's written for the young and dumb that wasn't
born

help ya make it through the storm

my words to my firstborn, feel me

my words to my firstborn

my words to my firstborn

since my very first day on this earth i was
cursed

so i knew that the birth of a child would make my
life worse

and though it hurt me there was no distortion

cause wild seeds can't grow we need more
abortions

quiet ya soul, cause ya know what ya had to do

and so did victims of a world they never came to

i understand it's a better day comin

sometimes catch me sleepin on a dead end drivin
with the car runnin

blinded

ain't no love in the hood only hearts torn

love letters to the innocent and unborn

all the babies that died up on the table

cause the family wasn't able

can't blame em i would do the same

all i had to give it was my debt and my last name


cause in the game things change livin up and down


this hard life got me walkin with my head down

flashin frowns wasn't meant to be was i wrong

but i'll never get to know so i carry on

it's written for the young and dumb that wasn't
born

my words to my first born, feel me

my words to my firstborn

(my nigga nutso up in this bitch)

these are my words to my firstborn

(hey nigga talk to ya boy, talk to ya seed nigga)


(nutso)

i'm just another thug nigga trapped up in this
ghetto life

and endless hustle, strugglin tryin to settle
right

and doin dirt ain't savin me

but the streets is the only thing payin me

feel me

runnin with G's stackin G's packin heat

mob life till this muthafuckas wack me

stackin greenery thuggin till i die

pickin up so much drank i'm gettin high

got the feds on me

and they label me a bad crook

thinkin i'm the reason this nigga got his hat
took

on the run, now daddy gotta pack a gun

cause these niggaz wanna make u the last one

about these riches and jealous bitches and things
u gon be sellin through

and if i die, remember that it's all love and i'm
by your side every night

don't be a loser, choose your dreams do your
thing

go solo cause these cold ho's will twist u up
like shoe strings

open your eyez don't let these haters get you

roll up and diss you

my words to my firstborn

(2pac talking)

words to my muthafuckin seed

you feel me

nigga don't know what's gonna happen come
tomorrow or the next day

muthafucka be here today be gone tomorrow i done
seen it happen

muthafucka get two put to his head he no longer
existin

thats what i'm talkin about

what u gonna tell ya kids nigga, who was u, what
was u doin, how did u put it

down

these r my words to my muthafuckin firstborn

so he can know, ya know wha i mean

haha

ain't nothin buy a muthafuckin ridah

westside till i die

thats all it was

these some crooked ass ??? dealin muthafuckaz

i just play to win

muthafucka gotta bet against the odds

know what i mean, rollin with muthafuckin ???,
sometimes u hit 7 11,

sometimes u cramp out,

thats just a chance a muthafucka take when u a
ridah though

these r my words to my muthafuckin firstborn, me
and my nigga nutso,

representin thugs all over this muthafucka

worldwide, you know what time it is

all the abortion clinics, all the babies that
died of miscarriage, you know

what time it is

we out this bitch