From the to the grave Life ain't never been living in the ghetto the cradle to the grave Life ain't been easy
June 16, 1971, mama birth To a hell heavenly son See the doctor tried to me But I him back
My words were "Thug for life" and "Papa the Mac" I'm bustin' on mothafuckas ballin' Listen you can hear my mini 14
out the window of my drop top I got my glock Bustin' at niggas when it stop? Now tell me are you scared of the
Can't close my I see visions And even with this livin', will I escape prison ? Penitentiary chances was an all day The only way to and if you slang
Better your Nikes on 'cause when we fight It's in the of the night with no lights on Hey, there must be a God 'cause I lucky Paranoid out my mind, mothafucka's tryin' to rush me
Am I goin' to jail? at me bailin' out the court house all about my mail and bank Never die, be a hustler mothafuckas and makin' out you suckas From the cradle to the
From the cradle to the Life ain't never been easy, in the ghetto
From the to the grave, since a little bitty child I've been to get ill and kinda buck wild Pop, pop, just like the that's in my walk with street talk Go runnin' up the block in the dark with less
Surveillance on a nigga day Waitin' on my daddy to take his ass away Now Mama always workin', tryin' to ends meet So now a young niggas bein' raised by the
And then the only other one that showed me love Was my dope fiend strung out on drugs A straight thug, just me, my mama out on our own So I got two gatts, one and one of chrome
Now I wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine It's all the fuck I got, so stop and walk a line Young niggas be and keep on thuggin' From the cradle to the grave, from the to the grave
From the cradle to the Life ain't never been easy, in the ghetto
the cradle to the grave, I'm glad to say I it this far, many G's died hard They know that got was their name up on a wall It's sad thinkin' about the
Life on, I'm steady lost in this land As the war zone I got no Don't no friends neither just me by my lonely so I married my Nina
I keeps her I go, I love my ho Never leave with out my sugar I'm hafta a nigga Mama told me not to trust no
And kick his ass if he lay a on me Since then I known Sometimes I think my own self 'Cause I stay at marks Get twisted up in police
Since the cradle, been ungrateful My toy was a gun I got sprung and to love weapons
But now I'm through with And through street fame Somebody my cap And put me in my
From the to the grave Life ain't never been easy, in the ghetto From the to the grave Life ain't never been easy, in the ghetto
March 18th, that rainy day, my gave birth To a baby boy, trapped in hell on From day one it wasn't fun I had a crumb Daddy worked two jobs and won't stop drinkin' rum
I tried to cope loc but my family's And my pocket's short so now I sling dope In a filled with pain, it's a fuckin' shame The man got a mothafucka slingin' cane
So now it's on from dusk to dawn I get my on Always in the spot with my glock slingin' at the rocks The shit don't I'm steady dodgin' cops I never flip flop, hear my cock thug till I drop
And if I hit the pen I gotta do my on my bunk reminiscing about the good times It's fucked up a gotta grow up doing dirt But from the cradle to the I'ma put in work
the cradle to the grave Life ain't been easy, living in the ghetto From the cradle to the Life ain't been easy, living in the ghetto
Time's movin' fast, will I another day? So I and I lay with my A-K Did I sell my soul as a young All the things I did wishin' someone me But they did
I can't take it, I make it to my older age? Before I'm up or locked up in a fuckin' cage Lord, help me, guide me, me 'Cause that's the way that raised me crazy
Do or die, nigga, pull the trigger don't a fuck You'd be in jail than get your ass bucked Nobody cares, me against the world Keepin' on my mind and my Tech-9
I got nothin' to lose, payin' dues, nigga you wanna I get high then my mission is a You'd better jet when I hit your set I'm commin' runnin', yellin', "Evil mind", as I'm gunnin'
One in the for the anger that I build inside For the mothers that cried, for my homies that The beginning is an ending, am I just a So I got to be brave the cradle to the grave
From the to the grave ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto From the to the grave ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto