MOPREME SHAKUR - Cradle To The Grave lyrics

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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 mothafuckas 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 mothafuckas tryin' to rush me

Am I goin' to jail?

Look at me bailin'

Commin' out the court house

All about my mail man

Never, never die

Be a hustler motherfuckas

And makin' thugs out you suckas

From the cradle to the grave

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 I'll 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 straight 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

From the cradle to the grave

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