[Chorus]
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain`t never been easy, livin in the ghetto
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain`t never been easy..
[2Pac]
June 16th, 1971
Mama gave birth to a hell-raisin heavenly son
See the doctor tried to smack me but I smacked him back
My first words was Thug for life, and Papa pass the Mac.
I`m bustin on these motherfuckers ballin
Listen you can hear my mini fourteen callin {*POP POP POP*}
From out the window of my drop top, I got my glock cocked
Bustin at niggaz, when will it stop?
Now tell me are you scared of the dark?
Can`t close my eyes I see visions
And even with this thug livin, will I escape prison?
Penitentiary chances was an all day thang
The only way to advance; and if you slang
then you`d better have yo` Nikes on - cause when we fight
it`s in the middle of the night with no lights on, hey!!
There must be a God cause I feel lucky
Paranoid out my mind, cause motherfuckers tryin to rush me
Am I goin to jail? Look at me bailin
Comin out the court house, all about my mail and bank
Never, never die I`ll be a hustler motherfuckers
And makin thugs out you suckers from the cradle to the grave
[Chorus]
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain`t never been easy, livin in the ghetto
[Mopreme]
From the cradle to the grave since a little bitty child
I`ve been known to get ill and kinda buck wild
Pop pop! Just like the part that`s in my walk with street talk
I`m runnin up the block in the dark where lead spark
Surveillance on a nigga every day
Waitin on my daddy just to take his ass away
Now Mama always workin tryin to make ends meet
So now a young nigga`s bein raised by the streets
And then the only other one that ever showed me love
Was my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs
A straight - thug; just me, my mama out here on our own
So I got two gats - one black and one of chrome
Now I don`t wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine!
It`s all the fuck I got, so stop and walk a thin line
Young niggaz be brave
And keep on thuggin from the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
[Chorus]
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain`t never been easy, livin in the ghetto
[The Rated R]
From the cradle to the grave
I`m glad to say, I made it this far
Many G`s died hogs and all they got was they name hit up on a wall
It`s sad thinkin` about the times
Life goes on, I`m steady lost in this land
That`s the war zone, I gots no home, don`t have no friends neither
It`s just me by my lonely so I married my nina
I keeps her wherever I go, I love my ho
Never leave home with out my sugar, I`m hafta plug a nigga
Mama told me not to trust no punks
And kick his ass if he lay a hand on me since then I been knowin
Sometimes I think my own self stupid
Cause I stay shootin at marks, get twisted up in police reports
Since the cradle, I`ve been ungrateful
My first toy was a gun I got sprung and learedn to love weapons
But now I`m through with money, and through with street fame
Somebody peeled my cap, and put me in my grave
[Chorus]
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain`t never been easy, livin in the ghetto
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain`t never been easy, livin in the ghetto
[Macadoshis]
March 18th, a rainy day my mama gave birth
to a baby boy trapped in hell on Earth
From day one it wasn`t fun I never had a crumb
Daddy worked two jobs and Mama won`t stop drinkin rum
I tried to cope loc, but my family`s broke
And my pocket`s short so now I got ta slang dope
In the game filled with pain it`s a fuckin shame
The white man got a motherfucker slangin `caine
So now it`s on from dusk to dawn I`m gettin my serve on
Always in the spot with my glock slingin rocks at the Rox
The shit don`t stop, I`m steady dodgin cops
I never flip-flop, hear my glock cock, thug `til I drop
And if I hit the pen I gotta do my time
Sittin on my bunk reminiscin bout the good times
It`s fucked up a nigga gotta grow up doin dirt
But from the cradle to the grave I`ma put in work
[Chorus]
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain`t never been easy, livin in the ghetto
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain`t never been easy, livin in the ghetto
[Big Syke]
Time`s movin fast, will I last another day?
So I pray and I lay with my A-K
Did I sell my soul as a young kid?
All the things I did wishin someone held me but they never did
I can`t take it, will I make it to my older age?
Before I`m shot up or locked up in a fuckin cage
Lord help me, guide me, save me!
Cause that`s the way that Daddy raised me, crazy
Do or die, nigga pull the trigger don`t give a fuck
You`d rather be in jail than get yo` ass bucked
Nobody cares, it`s me against the world
Keepin murder on my mind and my tec-9
I got nothin to lose, payin dues, nigga you wanna die?
I get high and then my mission is a walk-by
You`d better jet when I hit your set cause I`m comin
Start runnin yellin evil mind as I`m gunnin
One in the chamber for the anger that I build inside
For the mothers that cried, for my homies that died
The beginning is an ending, am I just a slave?
So I got to be brave from the cradle to the grave
[Chorus]
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain`t never been easy, livin in the ghetto
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain`t never been easy, livin in the ghetto
{*fades out*}
