Lirik Lagu Words to My First Born - 2Pac
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(2pac)
hahahayeah, these r my words to my firstbornu know what time it isthese r my words to my firstbornnothin left to give
verse 1
now can ya picture young niggaz in a rush to growto old timers in the pen had to crush his throatprobably never even saw it comintoo busy bullshittin, caught him wit his mouth runninain't this a bitch they got me twisted in this gamethe feds and the punk police pointin pistols at my braini wonder if i'm wrong cause i'm thugged outmy homies murdered execution style runnin out the drug housewhat was supposed to be a easy hitnow things r changed cause niggaz died over bullshitinside my dreams i'm seein pictures of a broken manno witnesses only questions of who smoked the manyoung adolescents in our prime livin a life of crimethough it ain't logical we hobblin through these tryin timeslivin blind Lord help me with my troubled soulwhy all my homies had to die before they got to growand right before i put my head on the pillow say a prayerone love to the thugs in heaven i'll see ya thereit's written for the young and dumb that wasn't bornhelp ya make it through the stormmy words to my firstborn, feel me
my words to my firstbornmy words to my firstborn
since my very first day on this earth i was cursedso i knew that the birth of a child would make my life worseand though it hurt me there was no distortioncause wild seeds can't grow we need more abortionsquiet ya soul, cause ya know what ya had to doand so did victims of a world they never came toi understand it's a better day cominsometimes catch me sleepin on a dead end drivin with the car runninblindedain't no love in the hood only hearts tornlove letters to the innocent and unbornall the babies that died up on the tablecause the family wasn't ablecan't blame em i would do the sameall i had to give it was my debt and my last namecause in the game things change livin up and downthis hard life got me walkin with my head downflashin frowns wasn't meant to be was i wrongbut i'll never get to know so i carry onit's written for the young and dumb that wasn't bornmy 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 lifeand endless hustle, strugglin tryin to settle rightand doin dirt ain't savin mebut the streets is the only thing payin mefeel merunnin with G's stackin G's packin heatmob life till this muthafuckas wack mestackin greenery thuggin till i diepickin up so much drank i'm gettin highgot the feds on meand they label me a bad crookthinkin i'm the reason this nigga got his hat tookon the run, now daddy gotta pack a guncause these niggaz wanna make u the last oneabout these riches and jealous bitches and things u gon be sellin throughand if i die, remember that it's all love and i'm by your side every nightdon't be a loser, choose your dreams do your thinggo solo cause these cold ho's will twist u up like shoe stringsopen your eyez don't let these haters get youroll up and diss youmy words to my firstborn
(2pac talking)
words to my muthafuckin seedyou feel menigga don't know what's gonna happen come tomorrow or the next daymuthafucka be here today be gone tomorrow i done seen it happenmuthafucka get two put to his head he no longer existinthats what i'm talkin aboutwhat u gonna tell ya kids nigga, who was u, what was u doin, how did u put itdownthese r my words to my muthafuckin firstbornso he can know, ya know wha i meanhahaain't nothin buy a muthafuckin ridahwestside till i diethats all it wasthese some crooked ass ??? dealin muthafuckazi just play to winmuthafucka gotta bet against the oddsknow 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 thoughthese r my words to my muthafuckin firstborn, me and my nigga nutso,representin thugs all over this muthafuckaworldwide, you know what time it isall the abortion clinics, all the babies that died of miscarriage, you knowwhat time it iswe out this bitch
hahahayeah, these r my words to my firstbornu know what time it isthese r my words to my firstbornnothin left to give
verse 1
now can ya picture young niggaz in a rush to growto old timers in the pen had to crush his throatprobably never even saw it comintoo busy bullshittin, caught him wit his mouth runninain't this a bitch they got me twisted in this gamethe feds and the punk police pointin pistols at my braini wonder if i'm wrong cause i'm thugged outmy homies murdered execution style runnin out the drug housewhat was supposed to be a easy hitnow things r changed cause niggaz died over bullshitinside my dreams i'm seein pictures of a broken manno witnesses only questions of who smoked the manyoung adolescents in our prime livin a life of crimethough it ain't logical we hobblin through these tryin timeslivin blind Lord help me with my troubled soulwhy all my homies had to die before they got to growand right before i put my head on the pillow say a prayerone love to the thugs in heaven i'll see ya thereit's written for the young and dumb that wasn't bornhelp ya make it through the stormmy words to my firstborn, feel me
my words to my firstbornmy words to my firstborn
since my very first day on this earth i was cursedso i knew that the birth of a child would make my life worseand though it hurt me there was no distortioncause wild seeds can't grow we need more abortionsquiet ya soul, cause ya know what ya had to doand so did victims of a world they never came toi understand it's a better day cominsometimes catch me sleepin on a dead end drivin with the car runninblindedain't no love in the hood only hearts tornlove letters to the innocent and unbornall the babies that died up on the tablecause the family wasn't ablecan't blame em i would do the sameall i had to give it was my debt and my last namecause in the game things change livin up and downthis hard life got me walkin with my head downflashin frowns wasn't meant to be was i wrongbut i'll never get to know so i carry onit's written for the young and dumb that wasn't bornmy 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 lifeand endless hustle, strugglin tryin to settle rightand doin dirt ain't savin mebut the streets is the only thing payin mefeel merunnin with G's stackin G's packin heatmob life till this muthafuckas wack mestackin greenery thuggin till i diepickin up so much drank i'm gettin highgot the feds on meand they label me a bad crookthinkin i'm the reason this nigga got his hat tookon the run, now daddy gotta pack a guncause these niggaz wanna make u the last oneabout these riches and jealous bitches and things u gon be sellin throughand if i die, remember that it's all love and i'm by your side every nightdon't be a loser, choose your dreams do your thinggo solo cause these cold ho's will twist u up like shoe stringsopen your eyez don't let these haters get youroll up and diss youmy words to my firstborn
(2pac talking)
words to my muthafuckin seedyou feel menigga don't know what's gonna happen come tomorrow or the next daymuthafucka be here today be gone tomorrow i done seen it happenmuthafucka get two put to his head he no longer existinthats what i'm talkin aboutwhat u gonna tell ya kids nigga, who was u, what was u doin, how did u put itdownthese r my words to my muthafuckin firstbornso he can know, ya know wha i meanhahaain't nothin buy a muthafuckin ridahwestside till i diethats all it wasthese some crooked ass ??? dealin muthafuckazi just play to winmuthafucka gotta bet against the oddsknow 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 thoughthese r my words to my muthafuckin firstborn, me and my nigga nutso,representin thugs all over this muthafuckaworldwide, you know what time it isall the abortion clinics, all the babies that died of miscarriage, you knowwhat time it iswe out this bitch
