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Текст песни Thug Life (F 2pac) - Cradle To The Grave

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Chorus

From tha 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.

June 16 1971
Mama gave birth
to a hell raisin` heavanly 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 motha fuckas 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 in prison ?
Penitentiary chances was an all day thang
The only way to advance
and if you slang
Then you`d 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 motha fucka`s tryin` to rush me.
Am I goin` to jail?
Look at me bailin`
Commin` out the court house
all about mail [???].
Never die
be a hustler mothafuckas
And makin` thugs out you suckas.
From the cradle to the grave.

Chorus

From the cradle to the grave, life ain`t never been easy
Living in the ghetto. easy

From the cardle 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
I`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 love
Was my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs
a striaght thug.
Just me, my mama out here on our own
So I got two gatts
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 niggas 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
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
and all they 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 warzone 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 ungreatful.
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.

Chorus

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
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 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 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.

Chorus

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 easyy
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 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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