Lyrics Cradle to the Grave - Thug Life

From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy
Livin' in the ghetto
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy
Tupac
June 16th, 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 was "Thug for life!" and "Papa pass the MAC!"
I'm bustin' on these motherfuckers ballin'
Listen, you can hear my mini fourteen 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 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
Cause motherfuckers tryin to rush me
Am I goin' to jail? Look at me bailin'
Comin' out the court house, all about my mail and bank
Never die, I'll be a hustler motherfuckers
Makin' thugs out you suckers
From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy
Livin' in the ghetto
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
Where lead spark
Surveillance on a nigga every day
Waitin on my daddy just to take his ass away
Now Mama always workin tryin to make ends meet
So now a young nigga's being raised by the streets
And then the only other one that ever showed me love
Was my dope fiend uncle, strung out on drugs
A straight thug just me my mama out here
On our own
So I got two gats, one black and one of chrome
Now, I don't wanna hurt nobody
But I must defend mine
It's all the fuck I got so stop and walk a thin line
Young niggas be brave
And keep on thuggin
From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy
Livin' in the ghetto
Rated R
From the cradle to the grave
I'm glad to say I made it this far
Many G's died, hogs
And all they got was they name hit up on a wall
It's sad thinkin' about the times, life goes on
I'm steady lost in this land, that's the war zone
I gots 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, I love my ho
Never leave home without my sugar
I'ma have to 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'ts been on
Sometimes I think my own self stupid
'Cause I stay shootin' at marks
Get twisted up in police reports
Since the cradle, I've been ungrateful
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
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy
Livin' in the ghetto