ARTIST(s):        2Pac ft Nutso
SONG TITLE:     Words 2 My First Born
ALBUM:              Until The End Of Time
BY:                      2pacWorld.co.uk


yeah, these r my words to my firstborn 
u know what time it is 
these r my words to my firstborn 
nothin left to give 

verse 1 

now can ya picture young niggaz in a rush to grow 
to old timers in the pen had to crush his throat 
probably never even saw it comin 
too busy bullshittin, caught him wit his mouth runnin 
ain't this a bitch they got me twisted in this game 
the feds and the punk police pointin pistols at my brain 
i wonder if i'm wrong cause i'm thugged out 
my homies murdered execution style runnin out the drug house 
what was supposed to be a easy hit 
now things r changed cause niggaz died over bullshit 
inside my dreams i'm seein pictures of a broken man 
no witnesses only questions of who smoked the man 
young adolescents in our prime livin a life of crime 
though it ain't logical we hobblin through these tryin times 
livin blind Lord help me with my troubled soul 
why all my homies had to die before 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 ya there 
it's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born 
help ya make it through the storm 
my words to my firstborn, feel me 

my words to my firstborn 
my words to my firstborn 

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 ya soul, cause ya know what ya had to do 
and so did victims of a world they never came to 
i understand it's a better day comin 
sometimes catch me sleepin on a dead end drivin with the car runnin 
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 
cause the family wasn't able 
can't blame em i would do the same 
all i had to 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 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) 


i'm just another thug nigga trapped up in this ghetto life 
and endless hustle, strugglin tryin to settle right 
and doin dirt ain't savin me 
but the streets is the only thing payin me 
feel me 
runnin with G's stackin G's packin heat 
mob life till this muthafuckas wack me 
stackin greenery thuggin till i die 
pickin up so much drank i'm gettin high 
got the feds on me 
and they label me a bad crook 
thinkin i'm the reason this nigga got his hat took 
on the run, now daddy gotta pack a gun 
cause these niggaz wanna make u the last one 
about these riches and jealous bitches and things u gon be sellin through 
and if i die, remember that it's all love and i'm by your side every night 
don't be a loser, choose your dreams do your thing 
go solo cause these cold ho's will twist u up like shoe strings 
open your eyez don't let these haters get you 
roll up and diss you 
my words to my firstborn 

(2pac talking) 

words to my muthafuckin seed 
you feel me 
nigga don't know what's gonna happen come tomorrow or the next day 
muthafucka be here today be gone tomorrow i done seen it happen 
muthafucka get two put to his head he no longer existin 
thats what i'm talkin about 
what u gonna tell ya kids nigga, who was u, what was u doin, how did u put it 
these r my words to my muthafuckin firstborn 
so he can know, ya know wha i mean 
ain't nothin buy a muthafuckin ridah 
westside till i die 
thats all it was 
these some crooked ass ??? dealin muthafuckaz 
i just play to win 
muthafucka gotta bet against the odds 
know 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 though 
these r my words to my muthafuckin firstborn, me and my nigga nutso, 
representin thugs all over this muthafucka 
worldwide, you know what time it is 
all the abortion clinics, all the babies that died of miscarriage, you know 
what time it is 
we out this bitch