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Yeah these are my words to my firstborn
You know what time it is, these are
My words to my firstborn
Nothin' left to hear
Now, can you picture
Young niggas in a rush to grow
Till hard timers in the pen
Had to crush his throat
Probably never even saw it comin'
- too busy bullshittin'
Caught him with 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'
In the drug house
What was supposed to be a easy
Hit - now shit is flipped
'Cause niggas died over bullshit
- inside my dream
I'm seein' pictures of a broken man
No witnesses
Only the questions of who smoked the man
Young adolescents
In our prime live a life of crime
Though it ain't logical
We hobble through these tryin' times
Livin' blind
Lord help me with my troubled soul
Why all my homiez 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 you there
It's written for the young and
Dumb that wasn't warned
Help you 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 your soul
'cause you know what you had to do
And so did victims of a
World they never came to
I understand it's a better day comin'
Sometimes cats be sleepin' on the 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
Wasn't able to breathe
'cause the family wasn't able
Can't - blame her I would do the same
All I could 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 firstborn feel me
My words to my firstborn
My niggas Nutt-So up in this bitch
These are the words to my firstborn
Hey nigga talk to your born
Talk to your seeds
I'm just another thug nigga trapped
Up in this ghetto life an 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 'til these mothafuckas wack me
Stackin' greenary, thuggin' 'til I die
Pickin' up so much J, I'm gettin' high
Got the feds on me
And they label me a bad Crip
Thinkin' I'm the reason why this
Nigga got his head took
On the run, now daddy got to pack a gun
'Cause these niggas wanna make
You the last one about these riches
These jealous bitches done think you
Gon' be sellin' through
Welcome to life, and if I die
Remember that it is all love
When I'm by your side
Every night, don't be a loser
Choose your dreams through your things
Go solo 'cause these ho-hoes will twist
You up like shoe strings open your eyes
Don't let these haters get you
Roll up and diss you
My words to my firstborn
Words to my mothafuckin' seeds, you feel me
Nigga don't know what's goin' to happen
Until tomorrow and the next day
You're fuckin' here today, be gone tomorrow
I done seen it happen, motherfucker get two
Put to his head he no longer exists
That's what I'm talkin' about
What you gon' tell your kids nigga?
Who was you? What was you doin'?
How did you put it down?
These my words to my motherfuckin' firstborn
So they can know, ya know I mean? Hehehe
Ain't nuttin' but a motherfuckin' rider
Westside 'til I die that's all it was
It's a crooked-ass hand they
Deal a motherfucker
I just played to win, just played to win
Motherfucka gotta bet agains' the odds
Ya know I mean?
Rollin' with mothafuckin' dice
Sometimes you get 7 or 11
Sometimes you leave the crap out
That's all the chance a motherfucka can
Take when you're rider though
'Cause these are my words
To my mothafuckin' firstborn
Me and my nigga Nutt-So, represtentin' the
Thugs, all over this mothafucka, worlwide
You know what time it is
All the abortion clinics, all the
Baby's that died in miscarriage
You know what time it is we out this bitch
WRITERS
DAVID MARVIN BLAKE, SEAN COLE, TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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