2Pac - Cradle To The Grave Lyrics

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From the cradle to the grave

Life ain't never been easy living in the ghetto

From the cradle to the grave

Life ain't never been easy

June 16 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 were

"Thug for life" and "Papa pass the Mac"

I'm bustin' on these mothafuckas ballin'

Listen you can hear my mini 14 callin'

From out the window of my drop top

I got my glock cocked

Bustin' at niggas 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

Better have your 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 this mothafucka's tryin' to rush me

Am I goin' to jail? Look at me bailin'

Commin' out the court house all about my mail and bank

Never die be a hustler mothafuckas and makin' thugs out you suckas

From the cradle to the grave

From the cradle to the grave

Life ain't never been easy living in the ghetto

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

Go runnin' up the block in the dark with less 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 niggas 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 gatts one black and one of chrome

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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 niggas be brave and keep on thuggin'

From the cradle to the grave from the cradle to the grave

From the cradle to the grave

Life ain't never been easy living in the ghetto

From the cradle to the grave I'm glad to say

I made it this far many G's died hard

They know that got was their name here up on a wall

It's sad thinkin' about the times

Life goes on I'm steady lost in this land

As the war zone I got 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 known

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 learn 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

From the cradle to the grave

Life ain't never been easy living in the ghetto

From the cradle to the grave

Life ain't never been easy living in the ghetto

March 18th that 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 gotta sling dope

In a game filled with pain it's a fuckin' shame

The white man got a mothafucka 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

The shit don't stop I'm steady dodgin' cops

I never flip flop hear my glock cock thug till I drop

And if I hit the pen I gotta do my time

Sittin' 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

From the cradle to the grave

Life ain't never been easy living in the ghetto

From the cradle to the grave

Life ain't never been easy living in the ghetto

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 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 high then 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 beginning is an ending am I just a slave

So I got to be brave from the cradle to the grave

From the cradle to the grave

Life ain't never been easy living in the ghetto

From the cradle to the grave

Life ain't never been easy living in the ghetto

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