Waiting for the child's first scream, Am I ready for all the weight I carry on my back? The burden is mine and mine alone to bear, And so I sit waiting
first scream, Am I ready for all the weight I carry on my back? The burden is mine and mine alone to bear, And so I sit waiting for the child's first
I touch dirt, I'll kill you all with' kindness I kill ya, my natural persona's much worse You've been warned if you've been born or if you can form Slap up
Scandulous, city where my homies did Fuck a fed Keep 'em Presidential stacked up Hear what I said, little soldiers gettin' taxed up Back the fuck up,
Crank it up! If you're by the stereo yo I'm telling you to Whack that up! And even if you're not can you please make sure that you Get the fuck up
murder and Penitentiary time Y'all should of shot me, in the jimmy instead But I guess they was feeling eachother, to get head in the bed Here I am, first born
get up, up off your rump baby and hustle I tussle, work my muscle, and boss hog Take what's mine, and still screaming fuck y'all If I can't ball, they better lock me up
warned Cause on a Polaroid in focus There's a picture of my first born I got a scary crimination, so I walked up in his room And he spoke his first words
She was burnin' since she was born I fucked anyway, 'cause the bitch was ON! [Chorus] [Verse 2: Brother Marquis] When we first met, I'll never forget
st8 ballin'! To my niggas in the penitentiary, Loked up like a mothafucka when they mention me. Cause you fuckin' with the realest motha fucka ever born
keep If I die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take God as my witness, when thugs cry, too much is hard [2Pac] Born thuggin and lovin the way I came up
out And why I do it - the ridin and smokin Collidin with foes - in the worst place; y'all shouldn'ta fucked with us ,in the first place Y'all real
is still fuckin talkin? You nigga still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight Aight, it's the Raid on you All day You punk mutha-fuckas The shit nigga Killuminati
Look for me Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde Me and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we ride Trapped in this world of sin, born
2Pac] So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars This life as a rap star is nothin without heart Was born rough and rugged, addressin the mad public My attitude was, "Fuck
first niggas do We came for murder, pullin' up in a herse Westside was the war cry bustin' all freely screaming fuck All ya'll niggas in Swahili Pistol
