Cradle To The Grave lyrics

Artist  : Thug Life 
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