From tha Cradle to the Grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto.

From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto.

June 16, 1971
Mama gave birth 
to a [bad word] raisin' heavanly son.
See the doctor tried to smack me 
but I smacked him back,
My first words were "thug for life" 
and "Papa pass the Mac."
I'm bustin' on these motha [bad word] ballin'
Listen you can hear my mini 14 callin'.
From out the window of my drop top
I got my glock [bad word] 
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 in 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
this motha [bad word] s tryin' [bad word] me.
I goin' to jail? 
Look at me [bad word]  out the court house 
all about mail and bank
Never die 
be a hustler [bad word] And makin' thugs out you suckas.
From the cradle to the grave.
 [bad word] 

From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto. easy

From the cardle to the grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto.

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 with less spark.
Survalience 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 niggas bein' raised by the streets.
And then the on other one that ever showed me love
Was my dope fiend uncle [bad word] out on [bad word] a striaght thug.
Just me, my mama out here on our own
So I got two gatts 
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 niggas 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
Living in the ghetto.

From the cradle to the grave, I'm glad to say
I made it this far.
Many G's died hard 
and all they got was their name here up on a wall.
It's sad thinkin' about the times
Life goes on, I'm steady lost in this land...
as the warzone I got 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 known.
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 ungreatful.
My first toy was a gun
I got [bad word] and learn 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
Living in the ghetto.

From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto.

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