Gradle to the Grave Songtext

von Thug Life

[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

[2Pac]
June the 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 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, man neva
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

[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 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

[Chorus]
From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto

[Rated R]
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

[Macadoshis]
March 18th that 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 easy
Living in the ghetto

[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 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 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 beginin is an endin, am I just a slave?
So I got to be brave from the cradle to the grave

Chorus till fade