Cradle To The Grave - 2Pac

Chorus 
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 [???]. 
Never die 
be a hustler mothafuckas 
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. 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! 
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