2Pac – Words 2 My First Born (OG) w./ Nutt-So [1996]

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2Pac – Words 2 My First Born (OG) w./ Nutt-So

Date: March 08, 1996
Producer: DJ Quik
Studio: Can-Am Studios, Tarzana, California
Samples: Al Jarreau – So Good, Maze – Ain’t It Strangege

2Pac – Words 2 My First Born (OG) w./ Nutt-So [NO SAX Version & Cut Outro]


[Intro – Pac Talking]
Yeah these are my words to my firstborn, you know what time it is, these are my words to my firstborn, nothing left to hear

[Verse 1 – 2Pac]
Now Can you picture young niggas in the a rush to grow,
the hard times in the penn, had to crush his throat…
probaly never even saw it coming,
too busy bull-shitting, caught him with his mouth runnin…
ain’t that a bitch they got me twisted in this game,
the fedz, and the punk police pointing 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 suppose to be a easy hit,
now shit is flipped cause niggas died over bullshit…
Inside my dreams I’m seeing pictures of a broken man,
no witnesses, only the question of a smoked man…
young adolecence in the prime live the life of crime,
but what ain’t logical, we hobble through these trying times…
living blind, Lord help me with my troubled soul,
why all my homiez had to die before they got to grow…
and right before I put my head on the pillow I saw a prayer,
one love to the thug’s in heaven, I’ll see you there…
It’s written for the young and dumb that wasn’t born,
help me make it threw the storm, the words to my first born.. feel me…

[Chorus] x 2
My words to my firstborn…

[Verse 2 – 2Pac]
Since my very first day on this earth I was cursed,
so I knew the birth of a child would make my life worst…
and though it hurst me, there was no remorse,
cause wild seeds can’t grow, watch your soul…
cause you know what you had to do,
so the victims of the world came to…
I understand there is a better day coming,
sometimes catching you sleeping on the dead end driving with
the car running 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 blaim I would do the same,
all I could give it was my depth and my last name…
cause in the game things change living up and down,
this hard life got me walking with my head down…
flashing 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…

My words to my first born..
My nigga Nutso up in this bitch..
These are my words to my first born..

[Verse 3 – Nutso]

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I’m just another thug nigga trapped in this ghetto life,
an endless hustla, struggling trying to settle right…
and doing dirt ain’t saving me,
but the streets is the only thing paying me, feel me…
running with G’s, stacking G’s, packing E’s…
mobb life to these mothafuckas wack me…
stacking greenary, thugging to I die,
picking up so much J I’m getting high…
got the fedz on me, and they label me a bad grip,
thinking I’m the reason why this nigga got his hat tooken…
on the run, now daddy got to pack a gun,
cause these niggas want me to make you the last one…
about these riches, these jealous bitches are going to sell through…
welcome to life, and if I die,
remember that it is all love when I’m by your side, every night…
don’t be a loser, choose yo dreams, do yo thing,
cause solo to the ho ho will twitch you up like shoe strings…
open your eyes, don’t let these haters get you,
roll up and diss you, my words to my firstborn…

[Outro: 2Pac]
Words to my mothafuckin’ seeds, you feel me
Nigga don’t know what’s goin’ to happen until tomorrow and the next day
Your fuckin’ [?] can be gone tomorrow
I done seen it happen, motherfucker get two bullets to his head, he no longer exists, that’s what I’m talkin’ about
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, y’knahmean?
Rollin’ with mothafuckin’ dice
Sometimes you get 7 or 11, sometimes you leave the crap out
That’s all the chance a motherfucker can take when you’re rider though
Cause these are my words to my mothafuckin’ firstborn
Me and my nigga Nutt-So, represtentin’ the thugs, all over this mothafucka, worlwide
You know what time it is
All the abortion clinics, all the baby’s that died in miscarriage, you know what time it is
We out this bitch

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