2 Pac - Cradle To The Grave Lyrics
ChorusFrom tha cradle to the grave, life aint never been easyLiving in the ghetto.From the cradle to the grave, life aint never been easyLiving in the ghetto.June 16, 1971Mama gave birthTo a hell raisin heavanly son.See the doctor tried to smack meBut I smacked him back,My first words were thug for lifeAnd papa pass the mac.Im bustin on these motha *****as ballinListen you can hear my mini 14 callin.From out the window of my drop topI got my glock *****edBustin at niggasWhen will it stop ?Now tell me are you scared of the dark?Cant close my eyes I see visionsAnd even with this thug livinWill I escape in prison ?Penitentiary chances was an all day thangThe only way to advanceAnd if you slangThen youd better have your nikes onCause when we fightIts in the middle of the night with no lights on.Hey!!There must be a God cause I feel lucky,Paranoid out my mindThis motha *****as tryin to rush me.Am I goin to jail?Look at me bailinCommin out the court houseAll about mail [? ? ? ].Never dieBe a hustler motha*****asAnd makin thugs out you suckas.From the cradle to the grave.ChorusFrom the cradle to the grave, life aint never been easyLiving in the ghetto. easyFrom the cardle to the grave, life aint never been easyLiving in the ghetto.From the cradle to the graveSince a little bitty childIve been known to get ill and kinda buck wild.Pop pop!Just like the part thats in my walk with street talkIm 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 loveWas my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugsA striaght thug.Just me, my mama out here on our ownSo I got two gattsOne black and one of chrome.Now I dont wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine!Its all the ***** I gotSo stop and walk a thin line.Young niggas be braveAnd keep on thuggin from the cradle to the grave,From the cradle to the grave.ChorusFrom the cradle to the grave, life aint never been easyLiving in the ghetto.From the cradle to the grave, Im glad to sayI made it this far.Many gs died hardAnd all they got was their name here up on a wall.Its sad thinkin about the timesLife goes on, Im steady lost in this land...As the warzone I got no homeDont have no friends neither.Its 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.Im 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 stupidCause I stay shootin at marks,Get twisted up in police reports.Since the cradle, Ive been ungreatful.My first toy was a gunI got sprung and learn to love weapons.But now Im through with moneyAnd through with street fame.Somebody peeled my cap and put me in my grave.ChorusFrom the cradle to the grave, life aint never been easyLiving in the ghetto.From the cradle to the grave, life aint never been easyLiving in the ghetto.March 18thA rainy day my mama gave birthTo a baby boy trapped in hell on earth.From day one it wasnt fun I never had a crumb.Daddy worked two jobs and mama wont stop drinkin rum.I tried to cope locBut my familys brokeAnd my pockets shortSo now I gotta sling dope.In a game filled with pain its a *****in shame,The white man got a motha *****a slingin cane.So now its on from dusk to dawn I get my serve on.Always in the spot with my glock slingin rocks at the rocks.Shit dont stop Im steady dodgin cops.I never flip flopHear my glock *****Thug till I drop.And if I hit the pen I gotta do my timeSittin on my bunk reminiscing about the good times.Its *****ed up a nigga gotta grow up doing dirt,But from the cradle to the grave ima put in work.ChorusFrom the cradle to the grave, life aint never been easyLiving in the ghetto.From the cradle to the grave, life aint never been easyLiving in the ghetto.Times movin fastWill 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 didWishin someone held meBut they never did.I cant take itWill I make it to my older age?Before Im shot up or locked up in a *****in cage.Lord help me, guide me, save me!Cause thats the way that daddy raised meCrazy.Do or die. nigga pull the trigger dont give a *****.Youd rather be in jail than get your ass bucked.Nobody cares, its 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 highThen my mission is a walk-by.Youd better jet when I hit your set cause Im comin.Start runnin yellin evil mind as Im 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
