[bad word] 
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..

[2Pac]
June 16th, 1971
Mama gave birth to a [bad word] 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 [bad word] ballin
Listen you can hear my mini fourteen callin {*POP POP POP*}
From out the window of my drop top, I got my glock [bad word] Bustin at niggaz, 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 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 [bad word] tryin [bad word] me
I goin to jail? Look at me [bad word] out the court house, all about my mail and bank
Never, never die I`ll be a hustler [bad word] And makin thugs out you suckers from the cradle to the grave
 [bad word] 
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain`t never been easy, livin in the ghetto

[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 [bad word] up the block in the dark where lead spark
Surveillance on a [bad word] every day
Waitin on my daddy just to take his [bad word] away
Now Mama always workin tryin to make ends meet
So now a young [bad word] s bein raised by the streets
And then the only other one that ever showed me love
Was my dope fiend uncle [bad word] out on [bad word] 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 [bad word] I got, so stop and walk a thin line
Young niggaz be brave
And keep on thuggin from the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
 [bad word] 
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain`t never been easy, livin in the ghetto

[The 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 with out my sugar, I`m hafta plug a [bad word] Mama told me not to [bad word] no punks
And kick his [bad word] 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 [bad word] and learedn 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
 [bad word] 
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, livin in the ghetto

[Macadoshis]
March 18th, a rainy day my mama gave birth
to a baby boy trapped in [bad word] on Earth
From day one it wasn`t fun I never had a [bad word] Daddy worked two jobs and Mama won`t stop [bad word] 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 [bad word] shame
The white man got a [bad word] 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 [bad word] don`t stop, I`m steady dodgin cops
I never flip-flop, hear my glock [bad word]  thug `til I drop
And if I hit the pen I g