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(Yeah), these are the words to my firstborn\nHey, nigga, talk to your born, talk to your seed, nigga\n\nTwo thousand somethin', somethin', it's a new era\nA nigga's too real, now see shit too clear\nSee, there's more than just this scriller and this tilt (what else is it dawg?)\nThe velvet and the silk, and makin' sure my kittens got they milk\n(Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this (hm)\nAttack this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll (uh-huh) (hm)\nAin't no question, is it? Above the Law hustlers (yeah)\nIf it's related to chips, homey we'll handle you\n\nAlthough we never take advantage though, we always into everything\nBy all means, stack green, gangsta lean\nThey say money make the world go 'round\nSo only 'ssociate yourself with paper chasers\nAnd niggas that's truly down, and keep God first\nAnd give thanks for the good times, as well as when it hurts\nIt's player haters every corner you hit\nTouchin' their tits, hella thick, tryin' to get you for yo' grip\n\nI know you stressed out and fed up\nBut come out, gun-blazin', and keep yo' head up\nYou can call it what you want to, but it ain't gon' change\nAbove the Law, 2Pac, O.G.'s in this rap game\nAnd we done lived a long hard life\nAnd we done shed so many tears under these bright lights (woo!)\nY'all, although we grew up, corrupted and scorned\nWe still got a lot of wisdom to give to our firstborn\n\nYou gon' tell your kids, nigga?\nWho was you? What was you doin'? How did you put it down? (Hm)\nThese my words to my motherfuckin' firstborn\nSo they can know, you know what I mean?\nAin't nothin' but a motherfuckin' rider, Westside 'til I die\nThat's all it was, it's a crooked-ass hand they deal a motherfucker\nI just played to win, I just played to win\nMotherfucker gotta bet against' the odds, younahmean?\nBlame these motherfuckin' cops, sometime they just-","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.85] These are my words to my firstborn\n[00:04.55] Can you picture, young niggas in a rush to grow\n[00:07.08] 'Til hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat\n[00:09.73] Probably never even saw it comin', too busy bullshittin'\n[00:12.62] Caught him with his mouth runnin', ain't this a bitch\n[00:14.64] They got me twisted in this game\n[00:16.30] The feds and the punk, police pointin' pistols at my brain\n[00:19.48] I wonder if I'm wrong 'cause I'm thugged out\n[00:21.67] My homies murdered execution style runnin' in the drug house\n[00:24.72] What was supposed to be a easy hit\n[00:26.53] Now shit is flipped 'cause niggas died over bullshit\n[00:29.12] It's not my dream, I'm seein' pictures of a broken man\n[00:31.91] No witnesses, only the questions of who smoked the man\n[00:34.29] Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime\n[00:36.71] Though it ain't logical, we hobble through these tryin' times\n[00:39.53] Livin' blind, Lord, help me with my troubled soul\n[00:41.77] Why all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow?\n[00:44.45] And right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer one love\n[00:47.62] To the thugs in heaven, I'll see you there\n[00:49.72] It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned\n[00:52.18] Help you make it through the storm\n[00:53.59] My words to my firstborn, feel me?\n[01:01.00] My words to my firstborn\n[01:11.13] My words to my firstborn\n[01:14.76] Since my very first day on this earth, I was cursed\n[01:17.46] So I knew, that the birth of a child would make my life worse\n[01:20.39] And though it hurt me, there was no distortion\n[01:22.22] 'Cause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions\n[01:24.88] Quiet your soul, 'cause you know what you had to do\n[01:27.28] And so did victims of a world they never came to\n[01:29.86] I understand it's a better day comin'\n[01:32.03] Sometimes cats be sleepin' on the dead end\n[01:33.93] Drivin' with the car runnin' blinded\n[01:36.24] Ain't no love in the hood, only hearts torn\n[01:38.77] Love letters to the innocent and unborn\n[01:41.35] All the babies that died up on the table\n[01:43.29] Wasn't able to breathe, 'cause the family wasn't able\n[01:45.78] Can't, blame her I would do the same\n[01:47.43] All I could give it was my debt and my last name\n[01:50.06] 'Cause in the game things change livin' up and down\n[01:52.60] This hard life got me walkin' with my head down\n[01:55.27] Flashin' frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong?\n[01:57.88] But I'll never get to know, so I carry on\n[02:01.01] It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born\n[02:03.67] My words to my firstborn, feel me!\n[02:11.80] My words to my firstborn\n[02:20.55] Hm! (Yeah), these are the words to my firstborn\n[02:23.14] Hey, nigga, talk to your born, talk to your seed, nigga\n[02:26.35] Two thousand somethin', somethin', it's a new era\n[02:28.37] A nigga's too real, now see shit too clear\n[02:30.57] See, there's more than just this scriller and this tilt (what else is it dawg?)\n[02:33.45] The velvet and the silk, and makin' sure my kittens got they milk\n[02:36.37] (Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this (hm)\n[02:39.07] Attack this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll (uh-huh) (hm)\n[02:41.28] Ain't no question, is it? 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What was you doin'? How did you put it down? 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(Yeah), these are the words to my firstborn\n  Hey, nigga, talk to your born, talk to your seed, nigga\n\n  Two thousand somethin', somethin', it's a new era\n  A nigga's too real, now see shit too clear\n  See, there's more than just this scriller and this tilt (what else is it dawg?)\n  The velvet and the silk, and makin' sure my kittens got they milk\n  (Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this (hm)\n  Attack this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll (uh-huh) (hm)\n  Ain't no question, is it? 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What was you doin'? How did you put it down? (Hm)\n  These my words to my motherfuckin' firstborn\n  So they can know, you know what I mean?\n  Ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' rider, Westside 'til I die\n  That's all it was, it's a crooked-ass hand they deal a motherfucker\n  I just played to win, I just played to win\n  Motherfucker gotta bet against' the odds, younahmean?\n  Blame these motherfuckin' cops, sometime they just-\n"},{"id":33487494,"name":"Words 2 My First Born","trackName":"Words 2 My First Born","artistName":"2Pac/Above the Law","albumName":"Until the End of Time Disc 2","duration":247.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now, can you picture, young niggas in a rush to grow\nTill hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat\nProbably never even saw it comin' - too busy bullshittin'\nCaught him with his mouth runnin'; ain't this a bitch\nThey got me twisted in this game\nThe feds and the punk, po-lice pointin' pistols at my brain\nI wonder if I'm wrong cause I'm thugged out\nMy homies murdered execution style runnin' in the drug house\nWhat was supposed to be a easy hit - now shit is flipped\nCause niggas died over bullshit - it's not my dream\nI'm seein' pictures of a broken man, no witnesses\nOnly the questions of who smoked the man, young adolescents\nIn our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical\nWe hobble through these tryin' times, livin' blind\nLord help me with my troubled soul\nWhy all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow?\nAnd right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer one love\nTo the thugs in heaven I'll see you there\nIt's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned\nHelp you make it through the storm\nMy words to my first born, feel me\n\n. My words to my first born\n. My words to my first born\n\nSince my very first day on this earth, I was cursed\nSo I knew, that the birth of a child would make my life worse\nAnd though it hurt me there was no distortion\nCause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions\nQuiet your soul, cause you know what you had to do\nAnd so did victims of a world they never came to\nI understand it's a better day comin'\nSometimes cats be sleepin' on the dead end\nDrivin' with the car runnin' blinded\nAin't no love in the hood only hearts torn\nLove letters to the innocent and unborn\nAll the babies that died up on the table\nWasn't able to breathe, cause the family wasn't able\nCan't - blame her I would do the same\nAll I could give it was my debt and my last name\nCause in the game things change livin' up and down\nThis hard life got me walkin' with my head down\nFlashin' frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong?\nBut I'll never get to know, so I carry on\nIt's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born\nMy words to my first born, feel me\n\n. My words to my first born\n. Mmm! (Yeah) These are the words to my first born\n. Hey nigga talk to your born, talk to your seed nigga\n\nTwo thousand somethin' somethin' it's a new era\nA nigga's too real, now see shit too clear\nSee there's more than just this scrilla and this tilt\n(What else is it dawg?)\nThe velvet and the silk, and makin' sure my kittens got they milk\n(Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this\nAttack this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll\nAin't no question is it? Above the Law hustlers\nIf it's related to chips, homey we'll handle ya\n\nYo.\nAlthough we never take advantage though we always into ery'thang\nBy all means, stack green, gangsta lean\nThey say money make the world go 'round\nSo only 'ssociate yourself with paper chasers\nAnd niggas that's truly down - and keep God first\nAnd give thanks for the good times, as well as when it hurts\nIt's player haters every corner you hit\nTouchin' their tits, hella thick, tryin' to get you for yo' grip\nI know you stressed out and fed up\nBut come out, gun-blazin', and keep yo' head up\nYou can call it what you want to but it ain't gon' change\nAbove the Law, 2Pac, O.G.'s in this rap game\nAnd we done lived a long hard life\nAnd we done shed so many tears under these bright lights\nY'all, although we grew up, corrupted and scorned\nWe still got a lot of wisdom, to give to our first born\n\nWhat you gon' tell your kids nigga?\nWho was you? What was you doin? How did you put it down?\nThese my words to my motherfuckin' first born\nSo they can know, y'knahmean? Hehehe\nAin't nuttin but a motherfuckin' rider, Westside 'til I die\nThat's all it was, it's a crooked-ass hand they deal a motherfucker\nI just played to win, just played to win\nMotherfucker gotta bet agains' the odds.","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.41] Now, can you picture, young niggas in a rush to grow\n[00:06.17] Till hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat\n[00:08.81] Probably never even saw it comin' - too busy bullshittin'\n[00:11.56] Caught him with his mouth runnin'; ain't this a bitch\n[00:14.38] They got me twisted in this game\n[00:15.29] The feds and the punk, po-lice pointin' pistols at my brain\n[00:17.97] I wonder if I'm wrong cause I'm thugged out\n[00:20.60] My homies murdered execution style runnin' in the drug house\n[00:23.33] What was supposed to be a easy hit - now shit is flipped\n[00:26.91] Cause niggas died over bullshit - it's not my dream\n[00:28.71] I'm seein' pictures of a broken man, no witnesses\n[00:31.58] Only the questions of who smoked the man, young adolescents\n[00:34.20] In our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical\n[00:36.95] We hobble through these tryin' times, livin' blind\n[00:39.65] Lord help me with my troubled soul\n[00:41.45] Why all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow?\n[00:43.35] And right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer one love\n[00:46.08] To the thugs in heaven I'll see you there\n[00:48.72] It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned\n[00:51.42] Help you make it through the storm\n[00:53.23] My words to my first born, feel me\n[00:57.88] . My words to my first born\n[01:04.13] . My words to my first born\n[01:13.20] Since my very first day on this earth, I was cursed\n[01:16.82] So I knew, that the birth of a child would make my life worse\n[01:19.54] And though it hurt me there was no distortion\n[01:21.38] Cause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions\n[01:24.17] Quiet your soul, cause you know what you had to do\n[01:25.95] And so did victims of a world they never came to\n[01:28.69] I understand it's a better day comin'\n[01:31.33] Sometimes cats be sleepin' on the dead end\n[01:33.27] Drivin' with the car runnin' blinded\n[01:35.96] Ain't no love in the hood only hearts torn\n[01:37.75] Love letters to the innocent and unborn\n[01:40.43] All the babies that died up on the table\n[01:43.15] Wasn't able to breathe, cause the family wasn't able\n[01:44.94] Can't - blame her I would do the same\n[01:46.70] All I could give it was my debt and my last name\n[01:49.56] Cause in the game things change livin' up and down\n[01:51.37] This hard life got me walkin' with my head down\n[01:54.01] Flashin' frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong?\n[01:56.78] But I'll never get to know, so I carry on\n[01:59.45] It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born\n[02:03.11] My words to my first born, feel me\n[02:08.53] . My words to my first born\n[02:14.91] . Mmm! (Yeah) These are the words to my first born\n[02:23.07] . Hey nigga talk to your born, talk to your seed nigga\n[02:25.89] Two thousand somethin' somethin' it's a new era\n[02:27.69] A nigga's too real, now see shit too clear\n[02:29.50] See there's more than just this scrilla and this tilt\n[02:32.13] (What else is it dawg?)\n[02:33.03] The velvet and the silk, and makin' sure my kittens got they milk\n[02:34.98] (Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this\n[02:38.55] Attack this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll\n[02:41.24] Ain't no question is it? 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My words to my first born\n  . My words to my first born\n\n  Since my very first day on this earth, I was cursed\n  So I knew, that the birth of a child would make my life worse\n  And though it hurt me there was no distortion\n  Cause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions\n  Quiet your soul, cause you know what you had to do\n  And so did victims of a world they never came to\n  I understand it's a better day comin'\n  Sometimes cats be sleepin' on the dead end\n  Drivin' with the car runnin' blinded\n  Ain't no love in the hood only hearts torn\n  Love letters to the innocent and unborn\n  All the babies that died up on the table\n  Wasn't able to breathe, cause the family wasn't able\n  Can't - blame her I would do the same\n  All I could give it was my debt and my last name\n  Cause in the game things change livin' up and down\n  This hard life got me walkin' with my head down\n  Flashin' frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong?\n  But I'll never get to know, so I carry on\n  It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born\n  My words to my first born, feel me\n\n  . My words to my first born\n  . Mmm! (Yeah) These are the words to my first born\n  . Hey nigga talk to your born, talk to your seed nigga\n\n  Two thousand somethin' somethin' it's a new era\n  A nigga's too real, now see shit too clear\n  See there's more than just this scrilla and this tilt\n  (What else is it dawg?)\n  The velvet and the silk, and makin' sure my kittens got they milk\n  (Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this\n  Attack this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll\n  Ain't no question is it? 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Hehehe\n  Ain't nuttin but a motherfuckin' rider, Westside 'til I die\n  That's all it was, it's a crooked-ass hand they deal a motherfucker\n  I just played to win, just played to win\n  Motherfucker gotta bet agains' the odds.\n"},{"id":29167719,"name":"Words 2 My First Born feat Abo","trackName":"Words 2 My First Born feat Abo","artistName":"2pac","albumName":"Until The End Of Time - CD 2","duration":247.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now, can you picture, young niggas in a rush to grow\nTill hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat\nProbably never even saw it comin' - too busy bullshittin'\nCaught him with his mouth runnin'; ain't this a bitch\nThey got me twisted in this game\nThe feds and the punk, po-lice pointin' pistols at my brain\nI wonder if I'm wrong cause I'm thugged out\nMy homies murdered execution style runnin' in the drug house\nWhat was supposed to be a easy hit - now shit is flipped\nCause niggas died over bullshit - it's not my dream\nI'm seein' pictures of a broken man, no witnesses\nOnly the questions of who smoked the man, young adolescents\nIn our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical\nWe hobble through these tryin' times, livin' blind\nLord help me with my troubled soul\nWhy all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow?\nAnd right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer one love\nTo the thugs in heaven I'll see you there\nIt's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned\nHelp you make it through the storm\nMy words to my first born, feel me\n\n. My words to my first born\n. My words to my first born\n\nSince my very first day on this earth, I was cursed\nSo I knew, that the birth of a child would make my life worse\nAnd though it hurt me there was no distortion\nCause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions\nQuiet your soul, cause you know what you had to do\nAnd so did victims of a world they never came to\nI understand it's a better day comin'\nSometimes cats be sleepin' on the dead end\nDrivin' with the car runnin' blinded\nAin't no love in the hood only hearts torn\nLove letters to the innocent and unborn\nAll the babies that died up on the table\nWasn't able to breathe, cause the family wasn't able\nCan't - blame her I would do the same\nAll I could give it was my debt and my last name\nCause in the game things change livin' up and down\nThis hard life got me walkin' with my head down\nFlashin' frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong?\nBut I'll never get to know, so I carry on\nIt's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born\nMy words to my first born, feel me\n\n. My words to my first born\n. Mmm! (Yeah) These are the words to my first born\n. Hey nigga talk to your born, talk to your seed nigga\n\nTwo thousand somethin' somethin' it's a new era\nA nigga's too real, now see shit too clear\nSee there's more than just this scrilla and this tilt\n(What else is it dawg?)\nThe velvet and the silk, and makin' sure my kittens got they milk\n(Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this\nAttack this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll\nAin't no question is it? 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How did you put it down?\nThese my words to my motherfuckin' first born\nSo they can know, y'knahmean? Hehehe\nAin't nuttin but a motherfuckin' rider, Westside 'til I die\nThat's all it was, it's a crooked-ass hand they deal a motherfucker\nI just played to win, just played to win\nMotherfucker gotta bet agains' the odds.","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.41] Now, can you picture, young niggas in a rush to grow\n[00:06.17] Till hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat\n[00:08.81] Probably never even saw it comin' - too busy bullshittin'\n[00:11.56] Caught him with his mouth runnin'; ain't this a bitch\n[00:14.38] They got me twisted in this game\n[00:15.29] The feds and the punk, po-lice pointin' pistols at my brain\n[00:17.97] I wonder if I'm wrong cause I'm thugged out\n[00:20.60] My homies murdered execution style runnin' in the drug house\n[00:23.33] What was supposed to be a easy hit - now shit is flipped\n[00:26.91] Cause niggas died over bullshit - it's not my dream\n[00:28.71] I'm seein' pictures of a broken man, no witnesses\n[00:31.58] Only the questions of who smoked the man, young adolescents\n[00:34.20] In our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical\n[00:36.95] We hobble through these tryin' times, livin' blind\n[00:39.65] Lord help me with my troubled soul\n[00:41.45] Why all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow?\n[00:43.35] And right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer one love\n[00:46.08] To the thugs in heaven I'll see you there\n[00:48.72] It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned\n[00:51.42] Help you make it through the storm\n[00:53.23] My words to my first born, feel me\n[00:57.88] . 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My words to my first born\n[02:14.91] . Mmm! (Yeah) These are the words to my first born\n[02:23.07] . Hey nigga talk to your born, talk to your seed nigga\n[02:25.89] Two thousand somethin' somethin' it's a new era\n[02:27.69] A nigga's too real, now see shit too clear\n[02:29.50] See there's more than just this scrilla and this tilt\n[02:32.13] (What else is it dawg?)\n[02:33.03] The velvet and the silk, and makin' sure my kittens got they milk\n[02:34.98] (Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this\n[02:38.55] Attack this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll\n[02:41.24] Ain't no question is it? 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My words to my first born\n  . My words to my first born\n\n  Since my very first day on this earth, I was cursed\n  So I knew, that the birth of a child would make my life worse\n  And though it hurt me there was no distortion\n  Cause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions\n  Quiet your soul, cause you know what you had to do\n  And so did victims of a world they never came to\n  I understand it's a better day comin'\n  Sometimes cats be sleepin' on the dead end\n  Drivin' with the car runnin' blinded\n  Ain't no love in the hood only hearts torn\n  Love letters to the innocent and unborn\n  All the babies that died up on the table\n  Wasn't able to breathe, cause the family wasn't able\n  Can't - blame her I would do the same\n  All I could give it was my debt and my last name\n  Cause in the game things change livin' up and down\n  This hard life got me walkin' with my head down\n  Flashin' frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong?\n  But I'll never get to know, so I carry on\n  It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born\n  My words to my first born, feel me\n\n  . My words to my first born\n  . Mmm! (Yeah) These are the words to my first born\n  . Hey nigga talk to your born, talk to your seed nigga\n\n  Two thousand somethin' somethin' it's a new era\n  A nigga's too real, now see shit too clear\n  See there's more than just this scrilla and this tilt\n  (What else is it dawg?)\n  The velvet and the silk, and makin' sure my kittens got they milk\n  (Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this\n  Attack this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll\n  Ain't no question is it? 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(Yeah), these are the words to my firstborn\nHey, nigga, talk to your born, talk to your seed, nigga\n\nTwo thousand somethin', somethin', it's a new era\nA nigga's too real, now see shit too clear\nSee, there's more than just this scriller and this tilt (what else is it dawg?)\nThe velvet and the silk, and makin' sure my kittens got they milk\n(Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this (hm)\nAttack this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll (uh-huh) (hm)\nAin't no question, is it? Above the Law hustlers (yeah)\nIf it's related to chips, homey we'll handle you\n\nAlthough we never take advantage though, we always into everything\nBy all means, stack green, gangsta lean\nThey say money make the world go 'round\nSo only 'ssociate yourself with paper chasers\nAnd niggas that's truly down, and keep God first\nAnd give thanks for the good times, as well as when it hurts\nIt's player haters every corner you hit\nTouchin' their tits, hella thick, tryin' to get you for yo' grip\n\nI know you stressed out and fed up\nBut come out, gun-blazin', and keep yo' head up\nYou can call it what you want to, but it ain't gon' change\nAbove the Law, 2Pac, O.G.'s in this rap game\nAnd we done lived a long hard life\nAnd we done shed so many tears under these bright lights (woo!)\nY'all, although we grew up, corrupted and scorned\nWe still got a lot of wisdom to give to our firstborn\n\nYou gon' tell your kids, nigga?\nWho was you? What was you doin'? How did you put it down? (Hm)\nThese my words to my motherfuckin' firstborn\nSo they can know, you know what I mean?\nAin't nothin' but a motherfuckin' rider, Westside 'til I die\nThat's all it was, it's a crooked-ass hand they deal a motherfucker\nI just played to win, I just played to win\nMotherfucker gotta bet against' the odds, younahmean?\nBlame these motherfuckin' cops, sometime they just-","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.88] These are my words to my firstborn\n[00:04.56] Can you picture, young niggas in a rush to grow\n[00:07.02] 'Til hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat\n[00:09.71] Probably never even saw it comin', too busy bullshittin'\n[00:12.62] Caught him with his mouth runnin', ain't this a bitch\n[00:14.69] They got me twisted in this game\n[00:16.37] The feds and the punk, police pointin' pistols at my brain\n[00:19.45] I wonder if I'm wrong 'cause I'm thugged out\n[00:21.64] My homies murdered execution style runnin' in the drug house\n[00:24.71] What was supposed to be a easy hit\n[00:26.55] Now shit is flipped 'cause niggas died over bullshit\n[00:29.10] It's not my dream, I'm seein' pictures of a broken man\n[00:31.98] No witnesses, only the questions of who smoked the man\n[00:34.26] Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime\n[00:36.78] Though it ain't logical, we hobble through these tryin' times\n[00:39.54] Livin' blind, Lord, help me with my troubled soul\n[00:41.78] Why all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow?\n[00:44.42] And right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer one love\n[00:47.65] To the thugs in heaven, I'll see you there\n[00:49.76] It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned\n[00:52.11] Help you make it through the storm\n[00:53.55] My words to my firstborn, feel me?\n[01:01.05] My words to my firstborn\n[01:11.13] My words to my firstborn\n[01:14.78] Since my very first day on this earth, I was cursed\n[01:17.44] So I knew, that the birth of a child would make my life worse\n[01:20.39] And though it hurt me, there was no distortion\n[01:22.22] 'Cause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions\n[01:24.84] Quiet your soul, 'cause you know what you had to do\n[01:27.28] And so did victims of a world they never came to\n[01:29.85] I understand it's a better day comin'\n[01:32.03] Sometimes cats be sleepin' on the dead end\n[01:33.93] Drivin' with the car runnin' blinded\n[01:36.28] Ain't no love in the hood, only hearts torn\n[01:38.75] Love letters to the innocent and unborn\n[01:41.35] All the babies that died up on the table\n[01:43.27] Wasn't able to breathe, 'cause the family wasn't able\n[01:45.72] Can't, blame her I would do the same\n[01:47.41] All I could give it was my debt and my last name\n[01:50.01] 'Cause in the game things change livin' up and down\n[01:52.64] This hard life got me walkin' with my head down\n[01:55.26] Flashin' frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong?\n[01:57.82] But I'll never get to know, so I carry on\n[02:01.02] It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born\n[02:03.63] My words to my firstborn, feel me!\n[02:11.81] My words to my firstborn\n[02:20.57] Hm! (Yeah), these are the words to my firstborn\n[02:23.12] Hey, nigga, talk to your born, talk to your seed, nigga\n[02:26.33] Two thousand somethin', somethin', it's a new era\n[02:28.33] A nigga's too real, now see shit too clear\n[02:30.58] See, there's more than just this scriller and this tilt (what else is it dawg?)\n[02:33.46] The velvet and the silk, and makin' sure my kittens got they milk\n[02:36.39] (Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this (hm)\n[02:39.04] Attack this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll (uh-huh) (hm)\n[02:41.29] Ain't no question, is it? 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What was you doin'? How did you put it down? (Hm)\n[03:39.71] These my words to my motherfuckin' firstborn\n[03:42.58] So they can know, you know what I mean?\n[03:45.97] Ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' rider, Westside 'til I die\n[03:50.49] That's all it was, it's a crooked-ass hand they deal a motherfucker\n[03:54.51] I just played to win, I just played to win\n[03:57.40] Motherfucker gotta bet against' the odds, younahmean?\n[04:00.82] Blame these motherfuckin' cops, sometime they just-\n[04:03.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Words 2 My First Born - 2Pac featuring Above the Law\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Until the End of Time\n  duration_ms: 247318\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: These are my words to my firstborn\n  start_ms: 880\n  end_ms: 4560\n- text: Can you picture, young niggas in a rush to grow\n  start_ms: 4560\n  end_ms: 7020\n- text: '''Til hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat'\n  start_ms: 7020\n  end_ms: 9710\n- text: Probably never even saw it comin', too busy bullshittin'\n  start_ms: 9710\n  end_ms: 12620\n- text: Caught him with his mouth runnin', ain't this a bitch\n  start_ms: 12620\n  end_ms: 14690\n- text: They got me twisted in this game\n  start_ms: 14690\n  end_ms: 16370\n- text: The feds and the punk, police pointin' pistols at my brain\n  start_ms: 16370\n  end_ms: 19450\n- text: I wonder if I'm wrong 'cause I'm thugged out\n  start_ms: 19450\n  end_ms: 21640\n- text: My homies murdered execution style runnin' in the drug house\n  start_ms: 21640\n  end_ms: 24710\n- text: What was supposed to be a easy hit\n  start_ms: 24710\n  end_ms: 26550\n- text: Now shit is flipped 'cause niggas died over bullshit\n  start_ms: 26550\n  end_ms: 29100\n- text: It's not my dream, I'm seein' pictures of a broken man\n  start_ms: 29100\n  end_ms: 31980\n- text: No witnesses, only the questions of who smoked the man\n  start_ms: 31980\n  end_ms: 34260\n- text: Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime\n  start_ms: 34260\n  end_ms: 36780\n- text: Though it ain't logical, we hobble through these tryin' times\n  start_ms: 36780\n  end_ms: 39540\n- text: Livin' blind, Lord, help me with my troubled soul\n  start_ms: 39540\n  end_ms: 41780\n- text: Why all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow?\n  start_ms: 41780\n  end_ms: 44420\n- text: And right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer one love\n  start_ms: 44420\n  end_ms: 47650\n- text: To the thugs in heaven, I'll see you there\n  start_ms: 47650\n  end_ms: 49760\n- text: It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned\n  start_ms: 49760\n  end_ms: 52110\n- text: Help you make it through the storm\n  start_ms: 52110\n  end_ms: 53550\n- text: My words to my firstborn, feel me?\n  start_ms: 53550\n  end_ms: 61050\n- text: My words to my firstborn\n  start_ms: 61050\n  end_ms: 71130\n- text: My words to my firstborn\n  start_ms: 71130\n  end_ms: 74780\n- text: Since my very first day on this earth, I was cursed\n  start_ms: 74780\n  end_ms: 77440\n- text: So I knew, that the birth of a child would make my life worse\n  start_ms: 77440\n  end_ms: 80390\n- text: And though it hurt me, there was no distortion\n  start_ms: 80390\n  end_ms: 82220\n- text: '''Cause wild seeds can''t grow, we need more abortions'\n  start_ms: 82220\n  end_ms: 84840\n- text: Quiet your soul, 'cause you know what you had to do\n  start_ms: 84840\n  end_ms: 87280\n- text: And so did victims of a world they never came to\n  start_ms: 87280\n  end_ms: 89850\n- text: I understand it's a better day comin'\n  start_ms: 89850\n  end_ms: 92030\n- text: Sometimes cats be sleepin' on the dead end\n  start_ms: 92030\n  end_ms: 93930\n- text: Drivin' with the car runnin' blinded\n  start_ms: 93930\n  end_ms: 96280\n- text: Ain't no love in the hood, only hearts torn\n  start_ms: 96280\n  end_ms: 98750\n- text: Love letters to the innocent and unborn\n  start_ms: 98750\n  end_ms: 101350\n- text: All the babies that died up on the table\n  start_ms: 101350\n  end_ms: 103270\n- text: Wasn't able to breathe, 'cause the family wasn't able\n  start_ms: 103270\n  end_ms: 105720\n- text: Can't, blame her I would do the same\n  start_ms: 105720\n  end_ms: 107410\n- text: All I could give it was my debt and my last name\n  start_ms: 107410\n  end_ms: 110010\n- text: '''Cause in the game things change livin'' up and down'\n  start_ms: 110010\n  end_ms: 112640\n- text: This hard life got me walkin' with my head down\n  start_ms: 112640\n  end_ms: 115260\n- text: Flashin' frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong?\n  start_ms: 115260\n  end_ms: 117820\n- text: But I'll never get to know, so I carry on\n  start_ms: 117820\n  end_ms: 121020\n- text: It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born\n  start_ms: 121020\n  end_ms: 123630\n- text: My words to my firstborn, feel me!\n  start_ms: 123630\n  end_ms: 131810\n- text: My words to my firstborn\n  start_ms: 131810\n  end_ms: 140570\n- text: Hm! 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