| Song | Words 2 My Firstborn - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Tupac |
| Artist | Above the Law |
| Album | Until The End Of Time |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
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| [ti: Words 2 My Firstborn - (Explicit)] | |
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| [00:00.00] | |
| [00:00.33] | Hehehe, yeah |
| [00:01.09] | These are my words to my firstborn |
| [00:04.75] | Can you picture young niggas in a rush to grow? |
| [00:07.19] | 'Til hard-timers in the pen' had to crush his throat |
| [00:09.64] | Probably never even saw it comin' |
| [00:11.56] | Too busy bullshittin', caught him with his mouth runnin' |
| [00:14.02] | Ain't this a bitch? They got me twisted in this game |
| [00:16.22] | The feds and the punk police pointin' pistols at my brain |
| [00:19.48] | I wonder if I'm wrong 'cause I'm thugged out |
| [00:21.65] | My homies murdered execution style, runnin' in the drug house |
| [00:24.75] | What was supposed to be a easy hit |
| [00:26.71] | Now shit is flipped,'cause niggas died over bullshit |
| [00:29.21] | It's not my dream, I'm seein' pictures of a broken man |
| [00:31.81] | No witnesses only the questions of who smoked the man |
| [00:34.30] | Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime |
| [00:36.87] | Though it ain't logical, we hobble through these tryin' times |
| [00:39.47] | Livin' blind—Lord, help me with my troubled soul |
| [00:41.84] | Why all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow? |
| [00:44.44] | And right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer |
| [00:47.23] | One love to the thugs in Heaven, I'll see you there |
| [00:49.79] | It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned |
| [00:52.43] | Help you make it through the storm |
| [00:53.79] | My words to my firstborn—feel me! |
| [01:01.59] | My words to my firstborn |
| [01:11.84] | My words to my firstborn |
| [01:15.12] | Since my very first day on this Earth, I was cursed |
| [01:17.47] | So, I knew that the birth of a child would make my life worse |
| [01:20.29] | And though it hurt me, there was no distortion |
| [01:22.44] | 'Cause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions |
| [01:24.94] | Quiet your soul, 'cause you know what you had to do |
| [01:27.31] | And so did victims of a world they never came to |
| [01:29.90] | I understand it's a better day comin' |
| [01:32.12] | Sometimes cats be sleepin' on the dead end, drivin' with the car runnin' |
| [01:35.36] | Blinded, ain't no love in the hood, only hearts torn |
| [01:38.66] | Love letters to the innocent and unborn |
| [01:41.43] | All the babies that died up on the table |
| [01:43.20] | Wasn't able to breathe, 'cause the family wasn't able |
| [01:46.00] | Can't blame her, I would do the same |
| [01:47.73] | All I could give her was my debt and my last name |
| [01:50.11] | 'Cause in the game things change, livin' up and down |
| [01:52.70] | This hard life got me walkin' with my head down |
| [01:55.20] | Flashin' frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong? |
| [01:57.72] | But I'll never get to know, so I carry on |
| [02:01.30] | It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born |
| [02:03.73] | My words to my firstborn—feel me! |
| [02:12.44] | My words to my firstborn |
| [02:21.00] | Mmm! (Yeah) |
| [02:21.97] | These are the words to my firstborn |
| [02:23.78] | Hey, nigga, talk to your born! |
| [02:25.31] | Talk to your seed, nigga! |
| [02:26.63] | Two thousand somethin' somethin' mention a new era |
| [02:28.62] | A nigga's too real, now see shit too clear |
| [02:30.64] | See, there's more than just this scrilla and this tilt |
| [02:32.78] | (What else is it, dawg?) – the velvet and the silk |
| [02:34.50] | And makin' sure my kittens got they milk |
| [02:36.52] | (Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress |
| [02:37.68] | Let my kids know I'm at this |
| [02:39.16] | Attack this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll |
| [02:41.56] | Ain't no question, is it? Above the Law hustlers |
| [02:43.62] | If it's related to chips, homie, we'll handle ya |
| [02:46.60] | Yo, although we never take advantage |
| [02:47.37] | Though we always into ery'thang |
| [02:49.50] | By all means, stack green, gangsta lean |
| [02:52.04] | They say money make the world go 'round |
| [02:54.11] | So, only associate yourself |
| [02:55.32] | With paper chasers and niggas that's truly down |
| [02:57.63] | And keep God first |
| [02:59.10] | And give thanks for the good times, as well as when it hurts |
| [03:02.10] | It's player haters every corner you hit |
| [03:04.12] | Touchin' their tits, hella thick, tryin' to get you for yo' grip |
| [03:07.11] | I know you stressed-out and fed-up |
| [03:09.23] | But come out, gun-blazin', and keep yo' head up |
| [03:11.70] | You can call it what you want to, but it ain't gon' change |
| [03:14.08] | Above the Law, 2Pac, O.G.'s in this rap game |
| [03:17.23] | And we done lived a long hard life |
| [03:19.10] | And we done shed so many tears under these bright lights |
| [03:21.64] | Y'all, although we grew up corrupted and scorned |
| [03:24.20] | We still got a lot of wisdom to give to our firstborn |
| [03:33.93] | What you gon' tell your kids, nigga? |
| [03:35.25] | Who was you? What was you doin'? |
| [03:37.29] | How did you put it down? |
| [03:40.27] | These my words to my mother****in' firstborn |
| [03:43.11] | So, they can know, y'knahmean? Hehehe |
| [03:46.49] | Ain't nothin' but a mother****in' rider |
| [03:48.51] | Westside 'til I die, that's all it was |
| [03:52.39] | It's a crooked-ass hand they deal a mother****er |
| [03:54.81] | I just played to win, just played to win |
| [03:57.89] | Mother****er gotta bet against the odds, y'knahmean? |
| ar: Tupac Above the Law | |
| al: Until The End Of Time | |
| ti: Words 2 My Firstborn Explicit | |
| au: | |
| re: LRC Editor Android app | |
| ve: Version 1. 04 | |
| [00:00.00] | |
| [00:00.33] | Hehehe, yeah |
| [00:01.09] | These are my words to my firstborn |
| [00:04.75] | Can you picture young niggas in a rush to grow? |
| [00:07.19] | ' Til hardtimers in the pen' had to crush his throat |
| [00:09.64] | Probably never even saw it comin' |
| [00:11.56] | Too busy bullshittin', caught him with his mouth runnin' |
| [00:14.02] | Ain' t this a bitch? They got me twisted in this game |
| [00:16.22] | The feds and the punk police pointin' pistols at my brain |
| [00:19.48] | I wonder if I' m wrong ' cause I' m thugged out |
| [00:21.65] | My homies murdered execution style, runnin' in the drug house |
| [00:24.75] | What was supposed to be a easy hit |
| [00:26.71] | Now shit is flipped,' cause niggas died over bullshit |
| [00:29.21] | It' s not my dream, I' m seein' pictures of a broken man |
| [00:31.81] | No witnesses only the questions of who smoked the man |
| [00:34.30] | Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime |
| [00:36.87] | Though it ain' t logical, we hobble through these tryin' times |
| [00:39.47] | Livin' blind Lord, help me with my troubled soul |
| [00:41.84] | Why all my homies had to die ' fore they got to grow? |
| [00:44.44] | And right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer |
| [00:47.23] | One love to the thugs in Heaven, I' ll see you there |
| [00:49.79] | It' s written for the young and dumb that wasn' t warned |
| [00:52.43] | Help you make it through the storm |
| [00:53.79] | My words to my firstborn feel me! |
| [01:01.59] | My words to my firstborn |
| [01:11.84] | My words to my firstborn |
| [01:15.12] | Since my very first day on this Earth, I was cursed |
| [01:17.47] | So, I knew that the birth of a child would make my life worse |
| [01:20.29] | And though it hurt me, there was no distortion |
| [01:22.44] | ' Cause wild seeds can' t grow, we need more abortions |
| [01:24.94] | Quiet your soul, ' cause you know what you had to do |
| [01:27.31] | And so did victims of a world they never came to |
| [01:29.90] | I understand it' s a better day comin' |
| [01:32.12] | Sometimes cats be sleepin' on the dead end, drivin' with the car runnin' |
| [01:35.36] | Blinded, ain' t no love in the hood, only hearts torn |
| [01:38.66] | Love letters to the innocent and unborn |
| [01:41.43] | All the babies that died up on the table |
| [01:43.20] | Wasn' t able to breathe, ' cause the family wasn' t able |
| [01:46.00] | Can' t blame her, I would do the same |
| [01:47.73] | All I could give her was my debt and my last name |
| [01:50.11] | ' Cause in the game things change, livin' up and down |
| [01:52.70] | This hard life got me walkin' with my head down |
| [01:55.20] | Flashin' frowns wasn' t meant to be, was I wrong? |
| [01:57.72] | But I' ll never get to know, so I carry on |
| [02:01.30] | It' s written for the young and dumb that wasn' t born |
| [02:03.73] | My words to my firstborn feel me! |
| [02:12.44] | My words to my firstborn |
| [02:21.00] | Mmm! Yeah |
| [02:21.97] | These are the words to my firstborn |
| [02:23.78] | Hey, nigga, talk to your born! |
| [02:25.31] | Talk to your seed, nigga! |
| [02:26.63] | Two thousand somethin' somethin' mention a new era |
| [02:28.62] | A nigga' s too real, now see shit too clear |
| [02:30.64] | See, there' s more than just this scrilla and this tilt |
| [02:32.78] | What else is it, dawg? the velvet and the silk |
| [02:34.50] | And makin' sure my kittens got they milk |
| [02:36.52] | Hoo! Gotta fill this mattress |
| [02:37.68] | Let my kids know I' m at this |
| [02:39.16] | Attack this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll |
| [02:41.56] | Ain' t no question, is it? Above the Law hustlers |
| [02:43.62] | If it' s related to chips, homie, we' ll handle ya |
| [02:46.60] | Yo, although we never take advantage |
| [02:47.37] | Though we always into ery' thang |
| [02:49.50] | By all means, stack green, gangsta lean |
| [02:52.04] | They say money make the world go ' round |
| [02:54.11] | So, only associate yourself |
| [02:55.32] | With paper chasers and niggas that' s truly down |
| [02:57.63] | And keep God first |
| [02:59.10] | And give thanks for the good times, as well as when it hurts |
| [03:02.10] | It' s player haters every corner you hit |
| [03:04.12] | Touchin' their tits, hella thick, tryin' to get you for yo' grip |
| [03:07.11] | I know you stressedout and fedup |
| [03:09.23] | But come out, gunblazin', and keep yo' head up |
| [03:11.70] | You can call it what you want to, but it ain' t gon' change |
| [03:14.08] | Above the Law, 2Pac, O. G.' s in this rap game |
| [03:17.23] | And we done lived a long hard life |
| [03:19.10] | And we done shed so many tears under these bright lights |
| [03:21.64] | Y' all, although we grew up corrupted and scorned |
| [03:24.20] | We still got a lot of wisdom to give to our firstborn |
| [03:33.93] | What you gon' tell your kids, nigga? |
| [03:35.25] | Who was you? What was you doin'? |
| [03:37.29] | How did you put it down? |
| [03:40.27] | These my words to my mother in' firstborn |
| [03:43.11] | So, they can know, y' knahmean? Hehehe |
| [03:46.49] | Ain' t nothin' but a mother in' rider |
| [03:48.51] | Westside ' til I die, that' s all it was |
| [03:52.39] | It' s a crookedass hand they deal a mother er |
| [03:54.81] | I just played to win, just played to win |
| [03:57.89] | Mother er gotta bet against the odds, y' knahmean? |
| ar: Tupac Above the Law | |
| al: Until The End Of Time | |
| ti: Words 2 My Firstborn Explicit | |
| au: | |
| re: LRC Editor Android app | |
| ve: Version 1. 04 | |
| [00:00.00] | |
| [00:00.33] | Hehehe, yeah |
| [00:01.09] | These are my words to my firstborn |
| [00:04.75] | Can you picture young niggas in a rush to grow? |
| [00:07.19] | ' Til hardtimers in the pen' had to crush his throat |
| [00:09.64] | Probably never even saw it comin' |
| [00:11.56] | Too busy bullshittin', caught him with his mouth runnin' |
| [00:14.02] | Ain' t this a bitch? They got me twisted in this game |
| [00:16.22] | The feds and the punk police pointin' pistols at my brain |
| [00:19.48] | I wonder if I' m wrong ' cause I' m thugged out |
| [00:21.65] | My homies murdered execution style, runnin' in the drug house |
| [00:24.75] | What was supposed to be a easy hit |
| [00:26.71] | Now shit is flipped,' cause niggas died over bullshit |
| [00:29.21] | It' s not my dream, I' m seein' pictures of a broken man |
| [00:31.81] | No witnesses only the questions of who smoked the man |
| [00:34.30] | Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime |
| [00:36.87] | Though it ain' t logical, we hobble through these tryin' times |
| [00:39.47] | Livin' blind Lord, help me with my troubled soul |
| [00:41.84] | Why all my homies had to die ' fore they got to grow? |
| [00:44.44] | And right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer |
| [00:47.23] | One love to the thugs in Heaven, I' ll see you there |
| [00:49.79] | It' s written for the young and dumb that wasn' t warned |
| [00:52.43] | Help you make it through the storm |
| [00:53.79] | My words to my firstborn feel me! |
| [01:01.59] | My words to my firstborn |
| [01:11.84] | My words to my firstborn |
| [01:15.12] | Since my very first day on this Earth, I was cursed |
| [01:17.47] | So, I knew that the birth of a child would make my life worse |
| [01:20.29] | And though it hurt me, there was no distortion |
| [01:22.44] | ' Cause wild seeds can' t grow, we need more abortions |
| [01:24.94] | Quiet your soul, ' cause you know what you had to do |
| [01:27.31] | And so did victims of a world they never came to |
| [01:29.90] | I understand it' s a better day comin' |
| [01:32.12] | Sometimes cats be sleepin' on the dead end, drivin' with the car runnin' |
| [01:35.36] | Blinded, ain' t no love in the hood, only hearts torn |
| [01:38.66] | Love letters to the innocent and unborn |
| [01:41.43] | All the babies that died up on the table |
| [01:43.20] | Wasn' t able to breathe, ' cause the family wasn' t able |
| [01:46.00] | Can' t blame her, I would do the same |
| [01:47.73] | All I could give her was my debt and my last name |
| [01:50.11] | ' Cause in the game things change, livin' up and down |
| [01:52.70] | This hard life got me walkin' with my head down |
| [01:55.20] | Flashin' frowns wasn' t meant to be, was I wrong? |
| [01:57.72] | But I' ll never get to know, so I carry on |
| [02:01.30] | It' s written for the young and dumb that wasn' t born |
| [02:03.73] | My words to my firstborn feel me! |
| [02:12.44] | My words to my firstborn |
| [02:21.00] | Mmm! Yeah |
| [02:21.97] | These are the words to my firstborn |
| [02:23.78] | Hey, nigga, talk to your born! |
| [02:25.31] | Talk to your seed, nigga! |
| [02:26.63] | Two thousand somethin' somethin' mention a new era |
| [02:28.62] | A nigga' s too real, now see shit too clear |
| [02:30.64] | See, there' s more than just this scrilla and this tilt |
| [02:32.78] | What else is it, dawg? the velvet and the silk |
| [02:34.50] | And makin' sure my kittens got they milk |
| [02:36.52] | Hoo! Gotta fill this mattress |
| [02:37.68] | Let my kids know I' m at this |
| [02:39.16] | Attack this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll |
| [02:41.56] | Ain' t no question, is it? Above the Law hustlers |
| [02:43.62] | If it' s related to chips, homie, we' ll handle ya |
| [02:46.60] | Yo, although we never take advantage |
| [02:47.37] | Though we always into ery' thang |
| [02:49.50] | By all means, stack green, gangsta lean |
| [02:52.04] | They say money make the world go ' round |
| [02:54.11] | So, only associate yourself |
| [02:55.32] | With paper chasers and niggas that' s truly down |
| [02:57.63] | And keep God first |
| [02:59.10] | And give thanks for the good times, as well as when it hurts |
| [03:02.10] | It' s player haters every corner you hit |
| [03:04.12] | Touchin' their tits, hella thick, tryin' to get you for yo' grip |
| [03:07.11] | I know you stressedout and fedup |
| [03:09.23] | But come out, gunblazin', and keep yo' head up |
| [03:11.70] | You can call it what you want to, but it ain' t gon' change |
| [03:14.08] | Above the Law, 2Pac, O. G.' s in this rap game |
| [03:17.23] | And we done lived a long hard life |
| [03:19.10] | And we done shed so many tears under these bright lights |
| [03:21.64] | Y' all, although we grew up corrupted and scorned |
| [03:24.20] | We still got a lot of wisdom to give to our firstborn |
| [03:33.93] | What you gon' tell your kids, nigga? |
| [03:35.25] | Who was you? What was you doin'? |
| [03:37.29] | How did you put it down? |
| [03:40.27] | These my words to my mother in' firstborn |
| [03:43.11] | So, they can know, y' knahmean? Hehehe |
| [03:46.49] | Ain' t nothin' but a mother in' rider |
| [03:48.51] | Westside ' til I die, that' s all it was |
| [03:52.39] | It' s a crookedass hand they deal a mother er |
| [03:54.81] | I just played to win, just played to win |
| [03:57.89] | Mother er gotta bet against the odds, y' knahmean? |