Big Syke - Cradle to the Grave lyrics

[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, pa** the MAC!" I'm bustin' on these motherf**ers ballin' Listen, you can hear my mini fourteen callin' From out the window of my drop top I got my Glock co*ked, bustin' at n***as; 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 motherf**ers 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, motherf**ers Makin' thugs out you s**ers, from the cradle to the grave [Hook] From the cradle to the grave Life ain't never been easy Livin' in the ghetto [Verse 2: 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 n***a every day Waitin on my daddy just to take his a** away Now Mama always workin', tryin' to make ends meet So now a young n***a'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 d** 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 f** I got, so stop and walk a thin line Young n***as be brave And keep on thuggin' from the cradle to the grave [Hook] From the cradle to the grave Life ain't never been easy Livin' in the ghetto [Verse 3: 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 n***a Mama told me not to trust no punks And kick his a** if he lay a hand on me Since then I been knowin' 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 [Hook] From the cradle to the grave Life ain't never been easy Livin' in the ghetto [Verse 4: Macadoshis] 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 f**in' shame The white man got a motherf**er 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 sh** don't stop, I'm steady dodgin' cops I never flip-flop, hear my Glock co*k, 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 f**ed up a n***a gotta grow up doin' dirt But from the cradle to the grave I'ma put in work [Hook] From the cradle to the grave Life ain't never been easy Livin' in the ghetto [Verse 5: Big Syke] Time's movin' fast; will I last another day? So I pray and I lay with my AK 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 f**in' cage? Lord, help me, guide me, save me! ‘Cause that's the way that Daddy raised me: crazy Do or die, n***a, pull the trigger, don't give a f** You'd rather be in jail than get yo' a** 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, n***a, 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 beginnin' is an endin', am I just a slave? So I got to be brave, from the cradle to the grave [Hook] From the cradle to the grave Life ain't never been easy Livin' in the ghetto