(2pac)
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hahaha
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yeah, these r my words to my firstborn
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u know what time it is
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these r my words to my firstborn
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nothin left to give
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verse 1
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now can ya picture young niggaz in a rush to grow
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to old timers in the pen had to crush his throat
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probably never even saw it comin
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too busy bullshittin, caught him wit his mouth runnin
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ain't this a bitch they got me twisted in this game
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the feds and the punk police pointin pistols at my brain
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i wonder if i'm wrong cause i'm thugged out
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my homies murdered execution style runnin out the drug house
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what was supposed to be a easy hit
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now things r changed cause niggaz died over bullshit
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inside my dreams i'm seein pictures of a broken man
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no witnesses only questions of who smoked the man
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young adolescents in our prime livin a life of crime
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though it ain't logical we hobblin through these tryin times
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livin blind Lord help me with my troubled soul
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why all my homies had to die before they got to grow
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and right before i put my head on the pillow say a prayer
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one love to the thugs in heaven i'll see ya there
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it's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born
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help ya make it through the storm
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my words to my firstborn, feel me
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my words to my firstborn
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my words to my firstborn
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since my very first day on this earth i was cursed
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so i knew that the birth of a child would make my life worse
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and though it hurt me there was no distortion
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cause wild seeds can't grow we need more abortions
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quiet ya soul, cause ya know what ya had to do
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and so did victims of a world they never came to
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i understand it's a better day comin
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sometimes catch me sleepin on a dead end drivin with the car runnin
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blinded
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ain't no love in the hood only hearts torn
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love letters to the innocent and unborn
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all the babies that died up on the table
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cause the family wasn't able
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can't blame em i would do the same
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all i had to give it was my debt and my last name
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cause in the game things change livin up and down
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this hard life got me walkin with my head down
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flashin frowns wasn't meant to be was i wrong
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but i'll never get to know so i carry on
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it's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born
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my words to my first born, feel me
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my words to my firstborn
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(my nigga nutso up in this bitch)
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these are my words to my firstborn
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(hey nigga talk to ya boy, talk to ya seed nigga)
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(nutso)
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i'm just another thug nigga trapped up in this ghetto life
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and endless hustle, strugglin tryin to settle right
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and doin dirt ain't savin me
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but the streets is the only thing payin me
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feel me
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runnin with G's stackin G's packin heat
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mob life till this muthafuckas wack me
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stackin greenery thuggin till i die
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pickin up so much drank i'm gettin high
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got the feds on me
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and they label me a bad crook
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thinkin i'm the reason this nigga got his hat took
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on the run, now daddy gotta pack a gun
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cause these niggaz wanna make u the last one
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about these riches and jealous bitches and things u gon be sellin through
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and if i die, remember that it's all love and i'm by your side every night
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don't be a loser, choose your dreams do your thing
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go solo cause these cold ho's will twist u up like shoe strings
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open your eyez don't let these haters get you
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roll up and diss you
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my words to my firstborn
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(2pac talking)
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words to my muthafuckin seed
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you feel me
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nigga don't know what's gonna happen come tomorrow or the next day
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muthafucka be here today be gone tomorrow i done seen it happen
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muthafucka get two put to his head he no longer existin
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thats what i'm talkin about
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what u gonna tell ya kids nigga, who was u, what was u doin, how did u put it
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down
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these r my words to my muthafuckin firstborn
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so he can know, ya know wha i mean
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haha
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ain't nothin buy a muthafuckin ridah
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westside till i die
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thats all it was
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these some crooked ass ??? dealin muthafuckaz
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i just play to win
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muthafucka gotta bet against the odds
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know what i mean, rollin with muthafuckin ???, sometimes u hit 7 11,
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