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Thug Life

Cradle to the Grave

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[Chorus]From the cradle to the graveLife ain`t never been easy, livin in the ghettoFrom the cradle to the graveLife ain`t never been easy..[2Pac]June 16th, 1971Mama gave birth to a hell-raisin heavenly sonSee the doctor tried to smack me but I smacked him backMy first words was "Thug for life," and "Papa pass the Mac."I`m bustin on these motherfuckers ballinListen 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 visionsAnd even with this thug livin, will I escape prison?Penitentiary chances was an all day thangThe only way to advance; and if you slangthen 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 luckyParanoid out my mind, cause motherfuckers tryin to rush meAm I goin to jail? Look at me bailinComin out the court house, all about my mail and bankNever, never die I`ll be a hustler motherfuckersAnd makin thugs out you suckers from the cradle to the grave[Chorus]From the cradle to the graveLife ain`t never been easy, livin in the ghetto[Mopreme]From the cradle to the grave since a little bitty childI`ve been known to get ill and kinda buck wildPop pop! Just like the part that`s in my walk with street talkI`m runnin up the block in the dark where lead sparkSurveillance on a nigga every dayWaitin on my daddy just to take his ass awayNow Mama always workin tryin to make ends meetSo now a young nigga`s bein raised by the streetsAnd then the only other one that ever showed me loveWas my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugsA straight - thug; just me, my mama out here on our ownSo I got two gats - one black and one of chromeNow I don`t wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine!It`s all the fuck I got, so stop and walk a thin lineYoung niggaz be braveAnd keep on thuggin from the cradle to the graveFrom the cradle to the grave[Chorus]From the cradle to the graveLife ain`t never been easy, livin in the ghetto[The Rated R]From the cradle to the graveI`m glad to say, I made it this farMany G`s died hogs and all they got was they name hit up on a wallIt`s sad thinkin` about the timesLife goes on, I`m steady lost in this landThat`s the war zone, I gots no home, don`t have no friends neitherIt`s just me by my lonely so I married my ninaI keeps her wherever I go, I love my hoNever leave home with out my sugar, I`m hafta plug a niggaMama told me not to trust no punksAnd kick his ass if he lay a hand on me since then I been knowinSometimes I think my own self stupidCause I stay shootin at marks, get twisted up in police reportsSince the cradle, I`ve been ungratefulMy first toy was a gun I got sprung and learedn to love weaponsBut now I`m through with money, and through with street fameSomebody peeled my cap, and put me in my grave[Chorus]From the cradle to the graveLife ain`t never been easy, livin in the ghettoFrom the cradle to the graveLife ain`t never been easy, livin in the ghetto[Macadoshis]March 18th, a rainy day my mama gave birthto a baby boy trapped in hell on EarthFrom day one it wasn`t fun I never had a crumbDaddy worked two jobs and Mama won`t stop drinkin rumI tried to cope loc, but my family`s brokeAnd my pocket`s short so now I got ta slang dopeIn the game filled with pain it`s a fuckin shameThe white man got a motherfucker slangin `caineSo now it`s on from dusk to dawn I`m gettin my serve onAlways in the spot with my glock slingin rocks at the RoxThe shit don`t stop, I`m steady dodgin copsI never flip-flop, hear my glock cock, thug `til I dropAnd if I hit the pen I gotta do my timeSittin on my bunk reminiscin bout the good timesIt`s fucked up a nigga gotta grow up doin dirtBut from the cradle to the grave I`ma put in work[Chorus]From the cradle to the graveLife ain`t never been easy, livin in the ghettoFrom the cradle to the graveLife 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-KDid I sell my soul as a young kid?All the things I did wishin someone held me but they never didI can`t take it, will I make it to my older age?Before I`m shot up or locked up in a fuckin cageLord help me, guide me, save me!Cause that`s the way that Daddy raised me, crazyDo or die, nigga pull the trigger don`t give a fuckYou`d rather be in jail than get yo` ass buckedNobody cares, it`s me against the worldKeepin murder on my mind and my tec-9I got nothin to lose, payin dues, nigga you wanna die?I get high and then my mission is a walk-byYou`d better jet when I hit your set cause I`m cominStart runnin yellin "evil mind" as I`m gunninOne in the chamber for the anger that I build insideFor the mothers that cried, for my homies that diedThe 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 graveLife ain`t never been easy, livin in the ghettoFrom the cradle to the graveLife ain`t never been easy, livin in the ghetto{*fades out*}

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