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 and bank Never die be a hustler mothafuckas And makin´ thugs out you suckas. From the cradle to the grave.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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