[2Pac]
Hehehe, yeah
These are my words to my firstborn

[2Pac]

Can you picture young niggas 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 police 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 firstborn—feel me!

[2Pac]
My words to my firstborn
My words to my firstborn

[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 her 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 firstborn—feel me!

[2Pac]

My words to my firstborn
Mmm! (Yeah)
These are the words to my firstborn
Hey, nigga, talk to your born!
Talk to your seed, nigga!

[Above the Law]
Two thousand somethin´ somethin´ mention 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, homie, 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 associate 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 firstborn

[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´ firstborn
So, they can know, y´knahmean? Hehehe
Ain´t nothin´ 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 against the odds, y´knahmean?