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the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy living in the
the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never easy

June 16, 1971, gave birth
To a raisin' heavenly son
See the doctor to smack me
But I smacked him

My words were
"Thug for life" and "Papa the Mac"
I'm bustin' on these mothafuckas
Listen you can hear my mini 14

From out the window of my top
I got my cocked
Bustin' at niggas when will it
Now tell me are you of the dark?

close my eyes I see visions
And even this thug livin', will I escape prison ?
chances was an all day thang
The way to advance and if you slang

have your Nikes on 'cause when we fight
It's in the middle of the night no lights on
Hey, there must be a God 'cause I feel
Paranoid out my mind, this mothafucka's tryin' to me

Am I goin' to jail? Look at me
out the court house all about my mail and bank
Never die, be a hustler mothafuckas and makin' out you suckas
From the to the grave

the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, living in the

the cradle to the grave, since a little bitty child
I've known to get ill and kinda buck wild
Pop, pop, just like the part that's in my with street talk
Go runnin' up the block in the with less spark

on a nigga every 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 fiend uncle strung out on drugs
A straight thug, me, my mama out here on our own
So I got two gatts, one black and one of

Now I don't hurt nobody but I must defend mine
all the fuck I got, so stop and walk a thin line
Young niggas be brave and on thuggin'
From the to the grave, from the cradle to the grave

From the cradle to the
Life ain't never easy, living in the ghetto

From the cradle to the grave, I'm to say
I it this far, many G's died hard
They know that got was name here 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
have no friends neither
It's me by my lonely so I married my Nina

I keeps her I go, I love my ho
Never leave home with out my
I'm hafta a nigga
told me not to trust no punks

And his ass if he lay a hand on me
Since then I known
Sometimes I think my own stupid
'Cause I shootin' at marks
Get twisted up in police

the cradle, I've been ungrateful
My toy was a gun
I got sprung and learn to love

But now I'm through with
And through street fame
Somebody my cap
And put me in my

the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, in the ghetto
the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, living in the

March 18th, that rainy day, my mama gave
To a baby boy, trapped in hell on
From day one it wasn't fun I never had a
worked two jobs and Mama won't stop drinkin' rum

I tried to loc but my family's broke
And my pocket's short so now I gotta sling
In a game filled with pain, 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' rocks at the
The shit don't I'm steady dodgin' cops
I never flip flop, hear my glock cock 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 nigga gotta grow up doing
But from the to the grave I'ma put in work

From the to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, in the ghetto
the cradle to the grave
Life ain't been easy, living in the ghetto

Time's movin' fast, I last another day?
So I pray and I lay my A-K
Did I my soul as a young kid?
All the I did wishin' someone held me
But never did

I can't it, will I make it to my older age?
Before I'm shot up or locked up in a cage
Lord, help me, guide me, me
'Cause that's the way that Daddy raised me

Do or die, nigga, pull the trigger don't a fuck
You'd rather be in than get your ass bucked
Nobody cares, it's me the world
murder on my mind and my Tech-9

I got to lose, payin' dues, nigga you wanna die?
I get high then my is a walk-by
better jet when I hit your set 'cause I'm commin'
Start runnin', yellin', "Evil mind", as I'm

One in the chamber for the anger I build inside
For the mothers cried, for my homies that died
The beginning is an ending, am I a slave
So I got to be brave from the cradle to the

the cradle to the grave
Life never been easy, living in the ghetto
From the to the grave
ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto