Cradle To The Grave (Explicit)

Cradle To The Grave (搖籃到墳墓) - Thug Life/2Pac (圖派克·阿瑪魯·夏庫爾)

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 f**kas 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 f**ka's tryin' to rush me

Am I goin' to jail

Look at me bailin'

Commin' out the court house

All about mail and bank

Never die

Be a hustler mothaf**kas

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 ni**a every day

Waitin' on my daddy just to take his a** 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 d**e 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 f**k 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

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 ni**a

Mama told me not to trust no punks

And kick his a** 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

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 d**e

In a game filled with pain it's a f**kin' shame

The white man got a motha f**ka 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

Sh*t 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 f**ked up a ni**a gotta grow up doing dirt

But from the cradle to the grave I'ma put in work

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 f**kin' cage

Lord help me guide me save me

Cause that's the way that Daddy raised me

Crazy

Do or die Ni**a pull the trigger don't give a f**k

You'd rather be in jail than get your a** 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 ni**a 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