2 Pac - Cradle To The Grave
[Chorus]From tha Cradle to the Grave, life ain't never been easyLiving in the ghetto.From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easyLiving in the ghetto.June 16, 1971Mama gave birthTo a hell raisin' heavanly son.See the doctor tried to smack meBut I smacked him back,My first words were "thug for life"And "Papa pass the Mac."I'm bustin' on these motha fuckas ballin'Listen you can hear my mini 14 callin'.From out the window of my drop topI got my glock cockedBustin' at niggasWhen will it stop ?Now tell me are you scared of the dark?Can't close my eyes I see visionsAnd even with this thug livin'Will I escape in prison ?Penitentiary chances was an all day thangThe only way to advanceAnd if you slangThen you'd better have your nikes onCause when we fightIt's in the middle of the night with no lights on.Hey!!There must be a God cause I feel lucky,Paranoid out my mindThis motha fucka's tryin' to rush me.Am I goin' to jail?Look at me bailin'Commin' out the court houseAll about mail and bankNever dieBe a hustler mothafuckasAnd makin' thugs out you suckas.From the cradle to the grave.[Chorus]From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easyLiving in the ghetto. easyFrom the cardle to the grave, life ain't never been easyLiving in the ghetto.From the cradle to the graveSince a little bitty childI've been known to get I'll and kinda buck wild.Pop pop!Just like the part that's in my walk with street talkI'm runnin' up the block in the dark with less spark.Survalience 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 niggas bein' raised by the streets.And then the on other one that ever showed me loveWas my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugsA striaght thug.Just me, my mama out here on our ownSo I got two gattsOne black and one of chrome.Now I don't wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine!It's all the fuck I gotSo stop and walk a thin line.Young niggas be braveAnd 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 easyLiving in the ghetto.From the cradle to the grave, I'm glad to sayI made it this far.Many G's died hardAnd all they got was their name here up on a wall.It's sad thinkin' about the timesLife goes on, I'm steady lost in this land...As the warzone I got no homeDon'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 known.Sometimes I think my own self stupidCause I stay shootin' at marks,Get twisted up in police reports.Since the cradle, I've been ungreatful.My first toy was a gunI got sprung and learn to love weapons.But now I'm through with moneyAnd 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 easyLiving in the ghetto.From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easyLiving in the ghetto.March 18thA rainy day my mama gave birthTo 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 locBut my family's brokeAnd my pocket's shortSo now I gotta sling dope.In a game filled with pain it's a fuckin' shame,The white man got a motha fucka slingin' cane.So now it's on from dusk to dawn I get my serve on.Always in the spot with my glock slingin' rocks at the rocks.Shit don't stop I'm steady dodgin' cops.I never flip flopHear my glock cockThug till I drop.And if I hit the pen I gotta do my timeSittin' on my bunk reminiscing about the good times.It's fucked up a nigga gotta grow up doing 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 easyLiving in the ghetto.From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easyyLiving in the ghetto.Time's movin' fastWill 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 didWishin' someone held meBut they never did.I can't take itWill 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 meCrazy.Do or die. Nigga pull the trigger don't give a fuck.You'd rather be in jail than get your ass bucked.Nobody cares, it's me against the world.Keepin' murder on my mind and my tech-9.I got nothin' to lose, payin' dues, nigga you wanna die?I get highThen my mission is a walk-by.You'd better jet when I hit your set cause I'm commin'.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 begining is an ending, am I just a slave?So I got to be brave from the cradle to the grave.[Chorus til fade]
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