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'
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 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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