Cradle To The Grave Lyrics
2 Pac
<em>[Chorus]<br /><br />From tha Cradle to the Grave, life ain't never been easy<br />Living in the ghetto.<br /><br />From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy<br />Living in the ghetto.<br /><br />June 16, 1971<br />Mama gave birth <br />to a hell raisin' heavanly son.<br />See the doctor tried to smack me <br />but I smacked him back,<br />My first words were "thug for life" <br />and "Papa pass the Mac."<br />I'm bustin' on these motha fuckas ballin'<br />Listen you can hear my mini 14 callin'.<br />From out the window of my drop top<br />I got my glock cocked <br />bustin' at niggas <br />when will it stop ?<br />Now tell me are you scared of the dark?<br />Can't close my eyes I see visions<br />And even with this thug livin'<br />will I escape in prison ?<br />Penitentiary chances was an all day thang<br />The only way to advance <br />and if you slang<br />Then you'd better have your nikes on<br />Cause when we fight <br />it's in the middle of the night with no lights on. <br />Hey!!<br />There must be a God cause I feel lucky,<br />Paranoid out my mind<br />this motha fucka's tryin' to rush me.<br />Am I goin' to jail? <br />Look at me bailin'<br />Commin' out the court house <br />all about mail and bank<br />Never die <br />be a hustler mothafuckas<br />And makin' thugs out you suckas.<br />From the cradle to the grave.<br /><br /><em>[Chorus]<br /><br />From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy<br />Living in the ghetto. easy<br /><br />From the cardle to the grave, life ain't never been easy<br />Living in the ghetto.<br /><br />From the cradle to the grave <br />since a little bitty child<br />I've been known to get ill and kinda buck wild.<br />Pop pop! <br />just like the part that's in my walk with street talk<br />I'm runnin' up the block in the dark with less spark.<br />Survalience on a nigga every day,<br />Waitin' on my daddy just to take his ass away.<br />Now Mama always workin' tryin' to make ends meet.<br />So now a young niggas bein' raised by the streets.<br />And then the on other one that ever showed me love<br />Was my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs<br />a striaght thug.<br />Just me, my mama out here on our own<br />So I got two gatts <br />one black and one of chrome.<br />Now I don't wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine!<br />It's all the fuck I got <br />so stop and walk a thin line.<br />Young niggas be brave <br />and keep on thuggin' from the cradle to the grave,<br />From the cradle to the grave.<br /><br /><em>[Chorus]<br /><br />From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy<br />Living in the ghetto.<br /><br />From the cradle to the grave, I'm glad to say<br />I made it this far.<br />Many G's died hard <br />and all they got was their name here up on a wall.<br />It's sad thinkin' about the times<br />Life goes on, I'm steady lost in this land...<br />as the warzone I got no home <br />don't have no friends neither.<br />It's just me by my lonely so I married my nina.<br />I keeps her wherever I go,<br />I love my ho.<br />Never leave home with out my sugar.<br />I'm hafta plug a nigga.<br />Mama told me not to trust no punks,<br />And kick his ass if he lay a hand on me.<br />Since then I been known.<br />Sometimes I think my own self stupid<br />Cause I stay shootin' at marks,<br />Get twisted up in police reports.<br />Since the cradle, I've been ungreatful.<br />My first toy was a gun<br />I got sprung and learn to love weapons.<br />But now I'm through with money <br />and through with street fame.<br />Somebody peeled my cap and put me in my grave.<br /><br /><em>[Chorus]<br /><br />From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy<br />Living in the ghetto.<br /><br />From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy<br />Living in the ghetto.<br /><br />March 18th<br />a rainy day my mama gave birth<br />To a baby boy trapped in hell on Earth.<br />From day one it wasn't fun I never had a crumb.<br />Daddy worked two jobs and Mama won't stop drinkin' rum.<br />I tried to cope loc <br />but my family's broke<br />And my pocket's short <br />so now I gotta sling dope.<br />In a game filled with pain it's a fuckin' shame,<br />The white man got a motha fucka slingin' cane.<br />So now it's on from dusk to dawn I get my serve on.<br />Always in the spot with my glock slingin' rocks at the rocks.<br />Shit don't stop I'm steady dodgin' cops.<br />I never flip flop <br />hear my glock cock <br />thug till I drop.<br />And if I hit the pen I gotta do my time<br />Sittin' on my bunk reminiscing about the good times.<br />It's fucked up a nigga gotta grow up doing dirt,<br />But from the cradle to the grave I'ma put in work.<br /><br /><em>[Chorus]<br /><br />From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy<br />Living in the ghetto.<br /><br />From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easyy<br />Living in the ghetto.<br /><br />Time's movin' fast <br />will I last another day?<br />So I pray and I lay with my A-K.<br />Did I sell my soul as a young kid?<br />All the things I did<br />Wishin' someone held me <br />but they never did.<br />I can't take it <br />will I make it to my older age?<br />Before I'm shot up or locked up in a fuckin' cage.<br />Lord help me, guide me, save me!<br />Cause that's the way that Daddy raised me <br />crazy.<br />Do or die. Nigga pull the trigger don't give a fuck.<br />You'd rather be in jail than get your ass bucked.<br />Nobody cares, it's me against the world.<br />Keepin' murder on my mind and my tech-9.<br />I got nothin' to lose, payin' dues, nigga you wanna die?<br />I get high <br />then my mission is a walk-by.<br />You'd better jet when I hit your set cause I'm commin'.<br />Start runnin' yellin' "evil mind" as I'm gunnin'.<br />One in the chamber for the anger that I build inside,<br />For the mothers that cried, for my homies that died.<br />The begining is an ending, am I just a slave?<br />So I got to be brave from the cradle to the grave.<br /><br /><em>[Chorus til fade]
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