Cradle 2 The Grave [Original Version]

From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave

June 16th, 1971 mama gave birth to a
Hell raising 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 busting on these motherfuckers balling
Listen you can hear my mini fourteen calling
From out the window of my drop top
I got my Glock cocked
Busting 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 living
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 yo' 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 tryna rush me
Am I going to jail? Look at me bailing
Coming out the court house
All about my mail and bank
Never, never die I'll be a hustler
Motherfuckers
And making thugs out you suckers from
The cradle to the grave

Things wouldn't have been so bad
If we got the thangs that we never had
Awww from the cradle to the
Grave I've been strugglin' things

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 running up the block in
The dark where lead spark
Surveillance on a nigga every day
Waiting on my daddy just to take his ass away
Now Mama always working tryna 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 thugging from the
Cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave

Things wouldn't be so bad
If we got the thangs that we never had
Awww from the cradle to the
Grave I've been strugglin'
Things wouldn't be so bad
If we got the thangs that we never had
From the cradle to the
Grave I've been strugglin'

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 thinking 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 with out my sugar
I'm 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 been knowing
Sometimes I think my own self stupid
Cause I stay shooting 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

Things wouldn't be so bad
If we got the thangs that we never had
Awww from the cradle to the
Grave I've been strugglin' things

March 18th, a rainy day my mama gave birth
To a baby boy trapped in hell on Earth
From day one it wasn't fun
I never had a crumb
Daddy worked two jobs and Mama
Won't stop drinkin' rum
I tried to cope loc, but my family's broke
And my pocket's short so now
I got ta slang dope
In the game filled with pain
It's a fuckin' shame the white man got a
Motherfucker slangin' 'caine
So now it's on from dusk to
Dawn I'm gettin' my serve on
Always in the spot with my Glock
Slingin' rocks at the Rox
The shit don't stop, I'm steady dodgin' cops
I never flip-flop, hear my Glock cock
Thug 'til I drop
And if I hit the pen I gotta do my time
Sittin' on my bunk reminiscin'
Bout the good times
It's fucked up a nigga gotta
Grow up doin' dirt
But from the cradle to the
Grave I'mma put in work

Things wouldn't be so bad
If we got the thangs that we never had
Awww from the cradle to the
Grave I've been strugglin'
Things wouldn't be so bad
If we got the thangs that we never had
From the cradle to the
Grave I've been strugglin'

Time's movin' fast, will I last another day?
So I pray and I lay with my A-K
Did I sell my soul as a young kid?
All the things I did wishin' someone
Held me but they never did i can't take it
Will I make it to my older age?
Before I'm shot up or locked
Up in a fuckin' cage
Lord help me, guide me, save me!
Cause that's the way that Daddy raised me
Crazy do or die
Nigga pull the trigger don't give a fuck
You'd rather be in jail than
Get yo' ass bucked
Nobody cares, it's me against the world
Keepin' murder on my mind and my Tec-9
I got nothin' to lose, payin' dues
Nigga you wanna die?
I get high and then my mission is a walk-by
You'd better jet when I hit
Your set cause I'm comin'
Start runnin' yellin' "evil mind"
As I'm gunnin' one in the chamber for the
Anger that I build inside
For the mothers that cried
For my homies that died
The beginning is an ending
Am I just a slave? So I got to be brave from
The cradle to the grave

Things wouldn't be so bad
If we got the thangs that we never had
Awww never from the cradle to
The grave I've been strugglin'
Things wouldn't be so bad
If we got the thangs that we never had
From the cradle to the
Grave I've been strugglin' (awww)
Things wouldn't be so bad
If we got the thangs that we never had
Give up some times to come up something