Текст (слова) песни: Tupac, 2Pac - Cradle To The Grave

[Chorus]

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 hell 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 fuckas ballin`
Listen you can hear my mini 14 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 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 fucka`s tryin` to rush me.
Am I goin` to jail?
Look at me bailin`
Commin` 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.

[Chorus]

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
I`m runnin` up the block in 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 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 fuck 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.

[Chorus]

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 nigga.
Mama told me not to trust no punks,
And kick his ass 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 sprung 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.

[Chorus]

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 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 gotta sling dope.
In a game filled with pain it`s a fuckin` shame,
The white man got a motha fucka slingin` cane.
So now it`s on from dusk to dawn I get my serve on.
Always in the spot with my glock slingin` rocks at the rocks.
Shit don`t stop I`m steady dodgin` cops.
I never flip flop
hear my glock cock
thug till I drop.
And if I hit the pen I gotta do my time
Sittin` on my bunk reminiscing about the good times.
It`s fucked up a nigga gotta grow up doing dirt,
But from the cradle to the grave I`ma put in work.

[Chorus]

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 easyy
Living in the ghetto.

Time`s movin` fast
will I last another day?
So I pray and I lay with my A-K.
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 fuckin` cage.
Lord help me, guide me, save me!
Cause that`s the way that Daddy raised me
crazy.
Do or die. Nigga pull the trigger don`t give a fuck.
You`d rather be in jail than get your ass bucked.
Nobody cares, it`s me against the world.
Keepin` murder on my mind and my tech-9.
I got nothin` to lose, payin` dues, nigga you wanna die?
I get high
then my mission is a walk-by.
You`d better jet when I hit your set cause I`m commin`.
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 begining is an ending, am I just a slave?
So I got to be brave from the cradle to the grave.

[Chorus til fade]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Tupac, 2Pac - Cradle To The Grave [Chorus] 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 hell 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 fuckas ballin` Listen you can hear my mini 14 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 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 fucka`s tryin` to rush me. Am I goin` to jail? Look at me bailin` Commin` 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. [Chorus] 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 I`m runnin` up the block in 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 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 fuck 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. [Chorus] 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 nigga. Mama told me not to trust no punks, And kick his ass 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 sprung 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. [Chorus] 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 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 gotta sling dope. In a game filled with pain it`s a fuckin` shame, The white man got a motha fucka slingin` cane. So now it`s on from dusk to dawn I get my serve on. Always in the spot with my glock slingin` rocks at the rocks. Shit don`t stop I`m steady dodgin` cops. I never flip flop hear my glock cock thug till I drop. And if I hit the pen I gotta do my time Sittin` on my bunk reminiscing about the good times. It`s fucked up a nigga gotta grow up doing dirt, But from the cradle to the grave I`ma put in work. [Chorus] 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 easyy Living in the ghetto. Time`s movin` fast will I last another day? So I pray and I lay with my A-K. 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 fuckin` cage. Lord help me, guide me, save me! Cause that`s the way that Daddy raised me crazy. Do or die. Nigga pull the trigger don`t give a fuck. You`d rather be in jail than get your ass bucked. Nobody cares, it`s me against the world. Keepin` murder on my mind and my tech-9. I got nothin` to lose, payin` dues, nigga you wanna die? I get high then my mission is a walk-by. You`d better jet when I hit your set cause I`m commin`. 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 begining is an ending, am I just a slave? So I got to be brave from the cradle to the grave. [Chorus til fade] Нравится песня? 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