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Mobb Deep - Cradle to the Grave lyrics
[VERSE ONE (PRODIGY)] Forever wild from the cradle to the grave Kid,watch your back,one time,it's comin always (Yeah!) They lock me up for 12 days,I can't comprehend Now I'm a free man on the streets again Chasin St.Ide's down with some Seagrams Gin Life is like a dice game and I'm into win [HAVOC] On the scene from the 41st side of Queens We get the CREAM,laid up,love-love for dame Cos I mean what I mean,I'm out to claim King Doin my thing,do wild stakes my name'll reign [PRODIGY] To all my peoples locked down comin back to life In the world once again though ya fear was trife While you was gone,we was goin to war and even more Saw my man layin dead on the floor,kid I swore That our crew will live forever,I guess I was wrong No,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 I'm runnin cross 12th Street Just as I approach the block I spot a jake on the creep down by Vick's weed spot (So what!) Made a U-ey up the hill plus a change of plans I had to hurry back so I could warn my man [HAVOC] Ya had me stressin little son,had my heart rapidly pumpin Niggas start a guttin behind the bushes duckin My ears rung,I punch a clip into the guns Got ?Raydes? in the arm,one slug hit my son He was bleedin from the head,I couldn't believe it We was defeated,if it was a case I couldn't beat it Felt like cryin (The temperature's risin) I saw my man helpless,damn near on the verge of dyin So to P I passed the iron [PRODIGY] Kid you ain't lyin! I went to stash the murder weapon,plus I'm relyin On a door to be open,goin in the building,it's a trap! Police buckin at me,they try to twist my tongue back Jetted up the staircase to the third floor Reached behind the sink,throw the heater on the floor Locked the door,police grabbed me up and tryed to break my jaw "So where's the gun we saw?" (I don't know!) "We know you was there at the homicide scene" (I know nuttin!) "And if it wasn't you,was somebody from ya team" [CHORUS] From the cradle to the grave (From the cradle to the grave) REPEAT x 2 1/2 (Straight from the motherfuckin cradle to the grave!) [VERSE 2 (HAVOC)] Yo,it's the real drama kills,nobody moves,stand still! Bottle you!drop that ass off in a land-fill Son bless me with the iron,I got beef With some niggas from the other side over some weak shit Load up the heaters,greet em with the hollow-tips Flip em like the Gotti clip,my crew shift the body shift The cradle to the grave is where I'll end up Fuck gettin sent up North,son I'm bett-er Doin my dirt on a low Fuckin wit them mobbers like a crowd No doubt you gonna blow,you never know He didn't even have to go there Unprepared,now he's six below Y'know I'm chillin,I gots no time for catchin feelings Get that money I wants,some brothers wanna act funny But it's all good I still die for the hood For my peoples,yeah knock on wood [PRODIGY] Triple L,rollin dice while I put you on To the drama what I gotta say is short not long This nigga that I'm beginning to dislike he got me fed If he doesn't discontinue his bullshit he might be dead Know him well and probably go way back But I don't care if he's your man doin shit like that I hope the word gets back to him,cos I screw him He shitted on my man and we got plans to do him Lets get it over with quick,I'm tired of waitin Ain't no fair overhead there,we just debatin on when and how Later on right now,spoke to Killa yesterday He said to chill for a while But it's hard acting like everything is alright I get the chills when I see that nigga in my sight A dead man walking,not only that he's still talkin (About what?) About how what he did buried off and you don't know How much I fiend to put his ass in a coffin One day my man and the next he's not Didn't know him long anyway so fuck it! It's funny how things change (Word up!) [CHORUS] [OUTRO: PRODIGY] Word up man! Y'knowhatumsayin,we gonna die! It's for real,kid,no games bein played. |
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