Cradle To The Grave Lyrics

Cradle To The Grave lyrics

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.

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