Cradle to the Grave Thug Life
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[Intro]
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
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
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
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
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
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