The money and the fame made us all change places How could it be through the misery that came to pass The hard times make a true friend afraid to ask
't no west coast thug Just westcoast what? To my real niggaz stuck in the street game Cause rappers like Jay-Z be pumpin Kool-Aid through they veins Is
drug lords Now one for adolescents, now dos for dose Keep yo' friends by your side, even close your foes Now three for Johnny Law tryin to make my chips I never
money and the fame made us all change places How could it be - through the misery that came to pass The hard times made a true friend afraid to ask -
was raised to be strong And Mama told me be a Thug since the day I was born I came up, out the gutter never changed my style Got for real about my papers, cause the game
in a room full of niggas tryin' to hide ya hoes I'm getting high off buddha 'Cause the times be slow I keep my mind on dough you never find me broke
scene watchin fiends buggin Kickin up dust with the older G's Soakin up the game that was told to me I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot
bleed, he shoulda never fucked around with a sick-ass nigga like me They call my name out and niggaz run, best be prepared for the Outlawz, here we
all about the groupie hoes waitin for niggaz at the end, of every show I just seen you in my friend's, video Could never put a bitch before my friends
a couple of friends sayin' those thug life niggas be like major pimps stickin' to tha rules is what made it simp and if I die let it be but when they
was down for me, restin dead Switch sides, guess his new friends wanted him dead Probably be murdered for the shit that I said I bring the real, be a
you nigga we can never be friends I know i'm runnin' through your head now what could you do ? If it was up to you i'd be dead now I let tha world
make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy And since we all came from a woman Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why
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
look back at hindsite the fight was irrelevant But now he's tha devils friend Too late to be tellin' him He shot first and i'll be damned if I run away
, wonder where your money went While your bitch is callin me, tellin me to come again Nigga I'm loc'ed, when I smoke, from the indo But we can be friends
And I, hear that you made a few enemies But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call If you need my assistance there'll be no resistance I'll be
Money} (ha ha, that's alright) First off, fuck your bitch And the click you claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a playa