Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Words 2 My Firstborn, artist - 2Pac. Album song Until The End Of Time, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Amaru Entertainment
Song language: English
Words 2 My Firstborn |
Can you picture, young niggaz in a rush to grow |
til 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, po-lice 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 niggaz died over bullshit — it’s not 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 homies had to die 'fore 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 first born, feel me |
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My words to my first born |
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My words to my first born |
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 first born, feel me |
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My words to my first born |
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Mmm! |
(Yeah) These are the words to my first born |
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Hey nigga talk to your born, talk to your seed nigga |
Two thousand somethin somethin it’s a new era |
A nigga’s too real, now see shit too clear |
See there’s more than just this scrilla and this tilt |
(What else is it dawg?) |
The velvet and the silk, and makin sure my kittens got they milk |
(Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I’m at this |
Attack this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll |
Ain’t no question is it? |
Above the Law hustlers |
If it’s related to chips, homey we’ll handle ya Yo. |
Although we never take advantage though we always into ery’thang |
By all means, stack green, gangsta lean |
They say money make the world go 'round |
So only 'ssociate yourself with paper chasers |
and niggaz that’s truly down — and keep God first |
And give thanks for the good times, as well as when it hurts |
It’s player haters every corner you hit |
Touchin their tits, hella thick, tryin to get you for yo’grip |
I know you stressed out and fed up But come out, gun-blazin, and keep yo’head up You can call it what you want to but it ain’t gon’change |
Above the Law, 2Pac, O.G.'s in this rap game |
And we done lived a long hard life |
And we done shed so many tears under these bright lights |
Y’all, although we grew up, corrupted and scorned |
We still got a lot of wisdom, to give to our first born |
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 first born |
so they can know, y’knahmean?Hehehe |
Ain’t nuttin but a motherfuckin rider, Wessyde '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 |
Motherfucker gotta bet agains the odds. |