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From tha cradle to the grave life ain&#39;t never been easy
Living in the ghetto.

From the cradle to the grave life ain&#39;t never been easy
Living in the ghetto.

June 16 1971
Mama gave birth
To a hell raisin&#39; heavanly son.
See the doctor tried to smack me
But i smacked him back
My first words were &quot;thug for life&quot;
And &quot;papa pass the ;
I&#39;m bustin&#39; on these motha fuckas ballin&#39;
Listen you can hear my mini 14 callin&#39;.
From out the window of my drop top
I got my glock cocked
Bustin&#39; at niggas
When will it stop ?
Now tell me are you scared of the dark?
Can&#39;t close my eyes i see visions
And even with this thug livin&#39;
Will i escape in prison ?
Penitentiary chances was an all day thang
The only way to advance
And if you slang
Then you&#39;d better have your nikes on
Cause when we fight
It&#39;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&#39;s tryin&#39; to rush me.
Am i goin&#39; to jail?
Look at me bailin&#39;
Commin&#39; out the court house
All about mail [???].
Never die
Be a hustler mothafuckas
And makin&#39; thugs out you suckas.
From the cradle to the grave.

Chorus

From the cradle to the grave, life ain&#39;t never been easy
Living in the ghetto. easy

From the cardle to the grave, life ain&#39;t never been easy
Living in the ghetto.

From the cradle to the grave
Since a little bitty child
I&#39;ve been known to get ill and kinda buck wild.
Pop pop
Just like the part that&#39;s in my walk with street talk
I&#39;m runnin&#39; up the block in the dark with less spark.
Survalience on a nigga every day,
Waitin&#39; on my daddy just to take his ass away.
Now mama always workin&#39; tryin&#39; to make ends meet.
So now a young niggas bein&#39; 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&#39;t wanna hurt nobody but i must defend mine
It&#39;s all the fuck i got
So stop and walk a thin line.
Young niggas be brave
And keep on thuggin&#39; from the cradle to the grave,
From the cradle to the grave.

Chorus

From the cradle to the grave, life ain&#39;t never been easy
Living in the ghetto.

From the cradle to the grave, i&#39;m glad to say
I made it this far.
Many g&#39;s died hard
And all they got was their name here up on a wall.
It&#39;s sad thinkin&#39; about the times
Life goes on, i&#39;m steady lost in this
As the warzone i got no home
Don&#39;t have no friends neither.
It&#39;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&#39;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&#39; at marks,
Get twisted up in police reports.
Since the cradle, i&#39;ve been ungreatful.
My first toy was a gun
I got sprung and learn to love weapons.
But now i&#39;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&#39;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&#39;t fun i never had a crumb.
Daddy worked two jobs and mama won&#39;t stop drinkin&#39; rum.
I tried to cope loc
But my family&#39;s broke
And my pocket&#39;s short
So now i gotta sling dope.
In a game filled with pain it&#39;s a fuckin&#39; shame,
The white man got a motha fucka slingin&#39; cane.
So now it&#39;s on from dusk to dawn i get my serve on.
Always in the spot with my glock slingin&#39; rocks at the rocks.
Shit don&#39;t stop i&#39;m steady dodgin&#39; 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&#39; on my bunk reminiscing about the good times.
It&#39;s fucked up a nigga gotta grow up doing dirt,
But from the cradle to the grave i&#39;ma put in work.

Chorus

From the cradle to the grave, life ain&#39;t never been easy
Living in the ghetto.

From the cradle to the grave, life ain&#39;t never been easyy
Living in the ghetto.

Time&#39;s movin&#39; 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&#39; someone held me
But they never did.
I can&#39;t take it
Will i make it to my older age?
Before i&#39;m shot up or locked up in a fuckin&#39; cage.
Lord help me, guide me, save me
Cause that&#39;s the way that daddy raised me
Crazy.
Do or die. nigga pull the trigger don&#39;t give a fuck.
You&#39;d rather be in jail than get your ass bucked.
Nobody cares, it&#39;s me against the world.
Keepin&#39; murder on my mind and my tech-9.
I got nothin&#39; to lose, payin&#39; dues, nigga you wanna die?
I get high
Then my mission is a walk-by.
You&#39;d better jet when i hit your set cause i&#39;m commin&#39;.
Start runnin&#39; yellin&#39; &quot;evil mind&quot; as i&#39;m gunnin&#39;.
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.

Chorus til fade

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