Cradle To The Grave lyrics

Artist  : 2pac 
Song : Cradle To The Grave
 


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