Mobb Deep - Cradle To The Grave Lyrics
Verse one(prodigy)Forever wild from the cradle to the graveKid,watch your back,one time,its comin always(yeah!)They lock me up for 12 days,i cant comprehendNow Im a free man on the streets againChasin st.ides down with some seagrams ginLife is like a dice game and Im into win(havoc)On the scene from the 41st side of queensWe get the cream,laid up,love-love for dameCos I mean what I mean,Im out to claim kingDoin my thing,do wild stakes my namell reign(prodigy)To all my peoples locked down comin back to lifeIn the world once again though ya fear was trifeWhile you was gone,we was goin to war and even moreSaw my man layin dead on the floor,kid I sworeThat our crew will live forever,i guess I was wrongNo,until we meet again,hold ya head and stay strong(yeah!)Yo,got my mind on a place to hide from police(where? )Sweatin dogs as Im runnin cross 12th streetJust as I approach the blockI spot a jake on the creep down by vicks weed spot(so what!)Made a u-ey up the hill plus a change of plansI had to hurry back so I could warn my man(havoc)Ya had me stressin little son,had my heart rapidly pumpinNiggas start a guttin behind the bushes duckinMy ears rung,i punch a clip into the gunsGot (? raydes? ) in the arm,one slug hit my sonHe was bleedin from the head,i couldnt believe itWe was defeated,if it was a case I couldnt beat itFelt like cryin(the temperatures risin)I saw my man helpless,damn near on the verge of dyinSo to p I passed the iron(prodigy)Kid you aint lyin!I went to stash the murder weapon,plus Im relyinOn a door to be open,goin in the building,its a trap!Police buckin at me,they try to twist my tongue backJetted up the staircase to the third floorReached behind the sink,throw the heater on the floorLocked the door,police grabbed me up and tryed to break my jawSo wheres the gun we saw? (I dont know!)We know you was there at the homicide scene(I know nuttin!)And if it wasnt you,was somebody from ya teamChorusFrom the cradle to the grave(from the cradle to the grave)Repeat x 2 1/2(straight from the mother*****in cradle to the grave!)Verse 2(havoc)Yo,its the real drama kills,nobody moves,stand still!Bottle you!drop that ass off in a land-fillSon bless me with the iron,i got beefWith some niggas from the other side over some weak shitLoad up the heaters,greet em with the hollow-tipsFlip em like the gotti clip,my crew shift the body shiftThe cradle to the grave is where Ill end up***** gettin sent up north,son Im bett-erDoin my dirt on a low*****in wit them mobbers like a crowdNo doubt you gonna blow,you never knowHe didnt even have to go thereUnprepared,now hes six belowYknow Im chillin,i gots no time for catchin feelingsGet that money I wants,some brothers wanna act funnyBut its all good I still die for the hoodFor my peoples,yeah knock on wood(prodigy)Triple l,rollin dice while I put you onTo the drama what I gotta say is short not longThis nigga that Im beginning to dislike he got me fedIf he doesnt discontinue his bullshit he might be deadKnow him well and probably go way backBut I dont care if hes your man doin shit like thatI hope the word gets back to him,cos I screw himHe shitted on my man and we got plans to do himLets get it over with quick,Im tired of waitinAint no fair overhead there,we just debatin on when and howLater on right now,spoke to killa yesterdayHe said to chill for a whileBut its hard acting like everything is alrightI get the chills when I see that nigga in my sightA dead man walking,not only that hes still talkin(about what? )About how what he did buried off and you dont knowHow much I fiend to put his ass in a coffinOne day my man and the next hes notDidnt know him long anyway so ***** it!Its funny how things change(word up!)ChorusOutro:(prodigy)Word up man!Yknowhatumsayin,we gonna die!Its for real,kid,no games bein played
