Hahahaha, will we stay true? From the cradle to the grave [Chorus] (Haha) From the cradle to the grave, (Thug Life baby) life ain't never been easy (Don't follow me) livin' in the ghetto From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy livin' in the ghetto huuuhuu yeah, yeahhh [Verse 1 - 2PAC] June 16, 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 were thug for life and papa pass the Mac I'm bustin' on these other suckaz ballin Listen you can hear my mini 14 callin'. I'm out the window of my drop top makin my glock hot bustin' at suckaz 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 cuz all these suckaz tryin to rush me. Am I goin' to jail? Look at me bailin' Coming out the court house all about mail man, hey! Never die be a hustler to ya bustaz 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. [Verse 2 - 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. Surveilence on a playa every day, Waitin' on my daddy to take em all away Now Mama always workin' tryin' to make ends meet. So now a young playaz 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 on our own So I got two gatts one black and one of chrome. Now I don't wanna hurt nobody I must defend mine! I going out of my mind From the cradle to the grave [Chorus] From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. [Verse 3 - The 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 hit 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, Goin for broke Never leave home with out my sugar. I'mma hafta peel ya Mama told me not to trust no punks, And toss him up if he lay a hand on me. Since then I been known. Since the cradle I've been a craze-o My first toy was a gun I got sprung and learned 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. [Verse 4 - Macadoshis] 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 yayo in this dirty game all I feel is pain and since I lost my mamma, I think I'm going insane I'm steady stressin, stayin prayin for a blessing Looking for a come up without the Smith & Wesson Its messed up a brother gotta grow up doing dirt But from the cradle to the grave, I'mma put in work [Verse 5 - Big Syke] Time's movin' fast will I last another day? So I pray 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 damn cage. Lord help me, guide me, save me! Cause that's the way that Daddy raised me crazy. Forever tryin, I was born dying, inglewood is the city where I walk by in (ugghhh) The beginning is an ending, am I just a slave? So I gotta be brave, from the cradle to the grave [Chorus] From the cradle... From the cradle to the grave, life aint never been easy livin in the ghetto (It's hard out there in those streets, yeah, yeahhh) From the cradle to the grave, life aint never been easy livin in the ghetto (People getting robbed, people getting shot, living in the ghetto...)

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