Words 2 My Firstborn

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, 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 niggas 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

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

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 niggas 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, 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

Motherfucker gotta bet agains' the odds.