 |
||||||||||||
 |
Anasayfa |  |
Üye Ol |  |
İçerik Ekle |  |
İletişim |  |
En İyi Üyeler |  |
Kullanım Anl. |  |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
|||||||
| Arama |
|---|
| Arşivimizdeki şarkı sözü sayısı 158.000'i geçti! |
|
A
B
C
D
E
F
G
H
I
J
K
L
M
N
O
P
Q
R
S
T
U
V
X
W
Y
Z
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 |
2pac - Cradle To The Grave Şarkı Sözleri
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 [???]. 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 easy 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 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 begining is an ending, am i just a slave? so i got to be brave from the cradle to the grave. chorus til fade |
Sayfa 0.024 saniye oluşturuldu.
Kullanım Anlaşması | Gizlilik Bildirimi | Telif Hakları
