Cradle To The Grave

[Chorus]

From the cradle to the grave

Life ain't never been easy, livin in the ghetto

From the cradle to the grave

Life ain't never been easy..

[2Pac]

June 16th, 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 was "Thug for life," and "Papa pass the Mac."

I'm bustin on these motherfuckers ballin

Listen 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 visions

And even with this thug livin, will I escape prison?

Penitentiary chances was an all day thang

The only way to advance; and if you slang

then 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 lucky

Paranoid out my mind, cause motherfuckers tryin to rush me

Am I goin to jail? Look at me bailin

Comin out the court house, all about my mail and bank

Never, never die I'll be a hustler motherfuckers

And makin thugs out you suckers from the cradle to the grave

[Chorus]

From the cradle to the grave

Life ain't never been easy, livin in the ghetto

[Mopreme]

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 where lead spark

Surveillance 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 nigga's bein raised by the streets

And then the only other one that ever showed me love

Was my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs

A straight - thug; just me, my mama out here on our own

So I got two gats - 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 niggaz 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, livin in the ghetto

[The Rated R]

From the cradle to the grave

I'm glad to say, I made it this far

Many G's died hogs and all they got was they name hit up on a wall

It's sad thinkin' about the times

Life goes on, I'm steady lost in this land

That's the war zone, I gots 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 knowin

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 ungrateful

My first toy was a gun I got sprung and learedn 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, livin in the ghetto

From the cradle to the grave

Life ain't never been easy, livin in the ghetto

[Macadoshis]

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 got ta slang dope

In the game filled with pain it's a fuckin shame

The white man got a motherfucker slangin 'caine

So now it's on from dusk to dawn I'm gettin my serve on

Always in the spot with my glock slingin rocks at the Rox

The shit don't stop, I'm steady dodgin cops

I never flip-flop, hear my glock cock, thug 'til I drop

And if I hit the pen I gotta do my time

Sittin on my bunk reminiscin bout the good times

It's fucked up a nigga gotta grow up doin 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, livin in the ghetto

From the cradle to the grave

Life 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-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 yo' ass bucked

Nobody cares, it's me against the world

Keepin murder on my mind and my tec-9

I got nothin to lose, payin dues, nigga you wanna die?

I get high and then my mission is a walk-by

You'd better jet when I hit your set cause I'm comin

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 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 grave

Life ain't never been easy, livin in the ghetto

From the cradle to the grave

Life ain't never been easy, livin in the ghetto

{*fades out*}