2pac - Cradle To The Grave Şarkı Sözü

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from tha cradle to the grave, life aint never been easy
living ın the ghetto.

from the cradle to the grave, life aint never been easy
living ın the ghetto.

june 16, 1971
mama gave birth
to a hell raisin heavanly son.
see the doctor tried to smack me
but ı smacked him back,
my first words were "thug for life"
and "papa pass the mac."
ım bustin on these motha fuckas ballinlisten you can hear my mini 14 callin.
from out the window of my drop top
ı got my glock cocked
bustin at niggas
when will ıt stop ?
now tell me are you scared of the dark?
cant close my eyes ı see visions
and even with this thug livinwill ı escape ın prison ?
penitentiary chances was an all day thang
the only way to advance
and ıf you slang
then youd better have your nikes on
cause when we fight
ıts ın the middle of the night with no lights on.
hey!!
there must be a god cause ı feel lucky,
paranoid out my mind
this motha fuckas tryin to rush me.
am ı goin to jail?
look at me bailincommin out the court house
all about mail and bank
never die
be a hustler mothafuckas
and makin thugs out you suckas.
from the cradle to the grave.

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from the cradle to the grave, life aint never been easy
living ın the ghetto. easy

from the cardle to the grave, life aint never been easy
living ın the ghetto.

from the cradle to the grave
since a little bitty child
ıve been known to get ıll and kinda buck wild.
pop pop!
just like the part thats ın my walk with street talk
ım runnin up the block ın the dark with less spark.
survalience 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 niggas bein raised by the streets.
and then the on other one that ever showed me love
was my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs
a striaght thug.
just me, my mama out here on our own
so ı got two gatts
one black and one of chrome.
now ı dont wanna hurt nobody but ı must defend mine!
ıts all the fuck ı 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.

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from the cradle to the grave, life aint never been easy
living ın the ghetto.

from the cradle to the grave, ım glad to say
ı made ıt this far.
many gs died hard
and all they got was their name here up on a wall.
ıts sad thinkin about the times
life goes on, ım steady lost ın this land...
as the warzone ı got no home
dont have no friends neither.
ıts just me by my lonely so ı married my nina.
ı keeps her wherever ı go,
ı love my ho.
never leave home with out my sugar.
ım hafta plug a nigga.
mama told me not to trust no punks,
and kick his ass ıf he lay a hand on me.
since then ı been known.
sometimes ı think my own self stupid
cause ı stay shootin at marks,
get twisted up ın police reports.
since the cradle, ıve been ungreatful.
my first toy was a gun
ı got sprung and learn to love weapons.
but now ım through with money
and through with street fame.
somebody peeled my cap and put me ın my grave.

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from the cradle to the grave, life aint never been easy
living ın the ghetto.

from the cradle to the grave, life aint never been easy
living ın the ghetto.

march 18th
a rainy day my mama gave birth
to a baby boy trapped ın hell on earth.
from day one ıt wasnt fun ı never had a crumb.
daddy worked two jobs and mama wont stop drinkin rum.
ı tried to cope loc
but my familys broke
and my pockets short
so now ı gotta sling dope.
ın a game filled with pain ıts a fuckin shame,
the white man got a motha fucka slingin cane.
so now ıts on from dusk to dawn ı get my serve on.
always ın the spot with my glock slingin rocks at the rocks.
shit dont stop ım steady dodgin cops.
ı never flip flop
hear my glock cock
thug till ı drop.
and ıf ı hit the pen ı gotta do my time
sittin on my bunk reminiscing about the good times.
ıts fucked up a nigga gotta grow up doing dirt,
but from the cradle to the grave ıma put ın work.

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from the cradle to the grave, life aint never been easy
living ın the ghetto.

from the cradle to the grave, life aint never been easyy
living ın the ghetto.

times movin fast
will ı last another day?
so ı pray and ı lay with my a-k.
did ı sell my soul as a young kid?
all the things ı did
wishin someone held me
but they never did.
ı cant take ıt
will ı make ıt to my older age?
before ım shot up or locked up ın a fuckin cage.
lord help me, guide me, save me!
cause thats the way that daddy raised me
crazy.
do or die. nigga pull the trigger dont give a fuck.
youd rather be ın jail than get your ass bucked.
nobody cares, ıts me against the world.
keepin murder on my mind and my tech-9.
ı got nothin to lose, payin dues, nigga you wanna die?
ı get high
then my mission ıs a walk-by.
youd better jet when ı hit your set cause ım commin.
start runnin yellin "evil mind" as ım gunnin.
one ın the chamber for the anger that ı build ınside,
for the mothers that cried, for my homies that died.
the begining ıs an ending, am ı just a slave?
so ı got to be brave from the cradle to the grave.

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