[2Pac] 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
.. My words to my first born .. My words to my first born
[2Pac] 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
.. My words to my first born .. Mmm! (Yeah) These are the words to my first born .. Hey nigga talk to your born, talk to your seed nigga
[Above the Law] 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 she'd 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
[2Pac] 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..