(feat. Above the Law)    Hehehe, these are my words to my first born..    [2Pac]  Can you picture, young niggaz 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, po-lice 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 niggaz 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 first born, feel me    .. My words to my first born  .. My words to my first born    [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 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 first born  .. Mmm! (Yeah) These are the words to my first born  .. Hey nigga talk to your born, talk to your seed nigga    [Above the Law]  Two thousand somethin somethin it's 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, homey 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 'ssociate yourself with paper chasers  and niggaz 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 first born    [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 first born  so they can know, y'knahmean? Hehehe  Ain't nuttin but a motherfuckin rider, Wessyde '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..