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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

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

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