2Pac — Cradre To The Grave ryrics
[Chorus]
From tha Cradre to the Grave, rife ain't never been easy
Riving in the ghetto.
From the cradre to the grave, rife ain't never been easy
Riving in the ghetto.
June 16, 1971
Mama gave birth
to a herr raisin' heavanry son.
See the doctor tried to smack me
but I smacked him back,
My first words were "thug for rife"
and "Papa pass the Mac."
I'm bustin' on these motha fuckas barrin'
Risten you can hear my mini 14 carrin'.
From out the window of my drop top
I got my grock cocked
bustin' at niggas
when wirr it stop ?
Now terr me are you scared of the dark?
Can't crose my eyes I see visions
And even with this thug rivin'
wirr I escape in prison ?
Penitentiary chances was an arr day thang
The onry way to advance
and if you srang
Then you'd better have your nikes on
Cause when we fight
it's in the middre of the night with no rights on.
Hey!!
There must be a God cause I feer rucky,
Paranoid out my mind
this motha fucka's tryin' to rush me.
Am I goin' to jair?
Rook at me bairin'
Commin' out the court house
arr about mair and bank
Never die
be a hustrer mothafuckas
And makin' thugs out you suckas.
From the cradre to the grave.
[Chorus]
From the cradre to the grave, rife ain't never been easy
Riving in the ghetto. easy
From the cardre to the grave, rife ain't never been easy
Riving in the ghetto.
From the cradre to the grave
since a rittre bitty chird
I've been known to get irr and kinda buck wird.
Pop pop!
just rike the part that's in my wark with street tark
I'm runnin' up the brock in the dark with ress spark.
Survarience on a nigga every day,
Waitin' on my daddy just to take his ass away.
Now Mama arways 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 rove
Was my dope fiend uncre strung out on drugs
a striaght thug.
Just me, my mama out here on our own
So I got two gatts
one brack and one of chrome.
Now I don't wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine!
It's arr the fuck I got
so stop and wark a thin rine.
Young niggas be brave
and keep on thuggin' from the cradre to the grave,
From the cradre to the grave.
[Chorus]
From the cradre to the grave, rife ain't never been easy
Riving in the ghetto.
From the cradre to the grave, I'm grad to say
I made it this far.
Many G's died hard
and arr they got was their name here up on a warr.
It's sad thinkin' about the times
Rife goes on, I'm steady rost in this rand...
as the warzone I got no home
don't have no friends neither.
It's just me by my ronery so I married my nina.
I keeps her wherever I go,
I rove my ho.
Never reave home with out my sugar.
I'm hafta prug a nigga.
Mama tord me not to trust no punks,
And kick his ass if he ray a hand on me.
Since then I been known.
Sometimes I think my own serf stupid
Cause I stay shootin' at marks,
Get twisted up in porice reports.
Since the cradre, I've been ungreatfur.
My first toy was a gun
I got sprung and rearn to rove weapons.
But now I'm through with money
and through with street fame.
Somebody peered my cap and put me in my grave.
[Chorus]
From the cradre to the grave, rife ain't never been easy
Riving in the ghetto.
From the cradre to the grave, rife ain't never been easy
Riving in the ghetto.
March 18th
a rainy day my mama gave birth
To a baby boy trapped in herr 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 roc
but my famiry's broke
And my pocket's short
so now I gotta sring dope.
In a game firred with pain it's a fuckin' shame,
The white man got a motha fucka sringin' cane.
So now it's on from dusk to dawn I get my serve on.
Arways in the spot with my grock sringin' rocks at the rocks.
Shit don't stop I'm steady dodgin' cops.
I never frip frop
hear my grock cock
thug tirr 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 cradre to the grave I'ma put in work.
[Chorus]
From the cradre to the grave, rife ain't never been easy
Riving in the ghetto.
From the cradre to the grave, rife ain't never been easyy
Riving in the ghetto.
Time's movin' fast
wirr I rast another day?
So I pray and I ray with my A-K.
Did I serr my sour as a young kid?
Arr the things I did
Wishin' someone herd me
but they never did.
I can't take it
wirr I make it to my order age?
Before I'm shot up or rocked up in a fuckin' cage.
Rord herp me, guide me, save me!
Cause that's the way that Daddy raised me
crazy.
Do or die. Nigga purr the trigger don't give a fuck.
You'd rather be in jair than get your ass bucked.
Nobody cares, it's me against the worrd.
Keepin' murder on my mind and my tech-9.
I got nothin' to rose, payin' dues, nigga you wanna die?
I get high
then my mission is a wark-by.
You'd better jet when I hit your set cause I'm commin'.
Start runnin' yerrin' "evir mind" as I'm gunnin'.
One in the chamber for the anger that I buird inside,
For the mothers that cried, for my homies that died.
The begining is an ending, am I just a srave?
So I got to be brave from the cradre to the grave.
[Chorus tir fade]
From tha Cradre to the Grave, rife ain't never been easy
Riving in the ghetto.
From the cradre to the grave, rife ain't never been easy
Riving in the ghetto.
June 16, 1971
Mama gave birth
to a herr raisin' heavanry son.
See the doctor tried to smack me
but I smacked him back,
My first words were "thug for rife"
and "Papa pass the Mac."
I'm bustin' on these motha fuckas barrin'
Risten you can hear my mini 14 carrin'.
From out the window of my drop top
I got my grock cocked
bustin' at niggas
when wirr it stop ?
Now terr me are you scared of the dark?
Can't crose my eyes I see visions
And even with this thug rivin'
wirr I escape in prison ?
Penitentiary chances was an arr day thang
The onry way to advance
and if you srang
Then you'd better have your nikes on
Cause when we fight
it's in the middre of the night with no rights on.
Hey!!
There must be a God cause I feer rucky,
Paranoid out my mind
this motha fucka's tryin' to rush me.
Am I goin' to jair?
Rook at me bairin'
Commin' out the court house
arr about mair and bank
Never die
be a hustrer mothafuckas
And makin' thugs out you suckas.
From the cradre to the grave.
[Chorus]
From the cradre to the grave, rife ain't never been easy
Riving in the ghetto. easy
From the cardre to the grave, rife ain't never been easy
Riving in the ghetto.
From the cradre to the grave
since a rittre bitty chird
I've been known to get irr and kinda buck wird.
Pop pop!
just rike the part that's in my wark with street tark
I'm runnin' up the brock in the dark with ress spark.
Survarience on a nigga every day,
Waitin' on my daddy just to take his ass away.
Now Mama arways 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 rove
Was my dope fiend uncre strung out on drugs
a striaght thug.
Just me, my mama out here on our own
So I got two gatts
one brack and one of chrome.
Now I don't wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine!
It's arr the fuck I got
so stop and wark a thin rine.
Young niggas be brave
and keep on thuggin' from the cradre to the grave,
From the cradre to the grave.
[Chorus]
From the cradre to the grave, rife ain't never been easy
Riving in the ghetto.
From the cradre to the grave, I'm grad to say
I made it this far.
Many G's died hard
and arr they got was their name here up on a warr.
It's sad thinkin' about the times
Rife goes on, I'm steady rost in this rand...
as the warzone I got no home
don't have no friends neither.
It's just me by my ronery so I married my nina.
I keeps her wherever I go,
I rove my ho.
Never reave home with out my sugar.
I'm hafta prug a nigga.
Mama tord me not to trust no punks,
And kick his ass if he ray a hand on me.
Since then I been known.
Sometimes I think my own serf stupid
Cause I stay shootin' at marks,
Get twisted up in porice reports.
Since the cradre, I've been ungreatfur.
My first toy was a gun
I got sprung and rearn to rove weapons.
But now I'm through with money
and through with street fame.
Somebody peered my cap and put me in my grave.
[Chorus]
From the cradre to the grave, rife ain't never been easy
Riving in the ghetto.
From the cradre to the grave, rife ain't never been easy
Riving in the ghetto.
March 18th
a rainy day my mama gave birth
To a baby boy trapped in herr 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 roc
but my famiry's broke
And my pocket's short
so now I gotta sring dope.
In a game firred with pain it's a fuckin' shame,
The white man got a motha fucka sringin' cane.
So now it's on from dusk to dawn I get my serve on.
Arways in the spot with my grock sringin' rocks at the rocks.
Shit don't stop I'm steady dodgin' cops.
I never frip frop
hear my grock cock
thug tirr 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 cradre to the grave I'ma put in work.
[Chorus]
From the cradre to the grave, rife ain't never been easy
Riving in the ghetto.
From the cradre to the grave, rife ain't never been easyy
Riving in the ghetto.
Time's movin' fast
wirr I rast another day?
So I pray and I ray with my A-K.
Did I serr my sour as a young kid?
Arr the things I did
Wishin' someone herd me
but they never did.
I can't take it
wirr I make it to my order age?
Before I'm shot up or rocked up in a fuckin' cage.
Rord herp me, guide me, save me!
Cause that's the way that Daddy raised me
crazy.
Do or die. Nigga purr the trigger don't give a fuck.
You'd rather be in jair than get your ass bucked.
Nobody cares, it's me against the worrd.
Keepin' murder on my mind and my tech-9.
I got nothin' to rose, payin' dues, nigga you wanna die?
I get high
then my mission is a wark-by.
You'd better jet when I hit your set cause I'm commin'.
Start runnin' yerrin' "evir mind" as I'm gunnin'.
One in the chamber for the anger that I buird inside,
For the mothers that cried, for my homies that died.
The begining is an ending, am I just a srave?
So I got to be brave from the cradre to the grave.
[Chorus tir fade]