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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...)