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

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