Mobb Deep Cradle to the Grave
[Prodigy]
Forever wild from the cradle to the grave, kid, watch your back
One-time's comin' always (Yeah)
They locked 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 in to win
[Havoc]
On the scene from the 41st side of Queens (Yeah)
We get the cream, laid up, love-love redeem
'Cause I mean what I mean, I'm out to claim king
Doin' my thing, throughout states my name'll ring
[Prodigy]
To all my peoples locked down, comin' back to life
In the world once again though ya bid 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 approached the block
I spotted Jake on the creep down by Vick's weed spot (Say word)
Made a U-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to, hurry back so I could warn my man
[Havoc]
It had me stressin' little somethin', had my heart rapidly pumpin'
Niggas started cuttin', behind the bushes duckin'
My ears rung, I plunged a clip into the guns
Got grazed 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 dome 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 tried to break my jaw
Said, "Where's the gun we saw? (I don't know)
We know you was there at the homicide scene
(I don't know nothin')
And if it wasn't you, it was somebody from ya team"
From the cradle to the grave
(From the cradle to the grave)
From the cradle to the grave
(From the cradle to the grave)
From the cradle to the grave
(From the cradle to the grave)
From the cradle to the grave
(Straight from the motherfuckin' cradle to the grave)
[Havoc]
Yo, it's the real drama kills, nobody move, stand still
Body you, drop that ass off in a land-field
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 strictly body shit
The cradle to the grave is where I'll end up
Fuck gettin' sent up North, son, I'm bent up
Doin' my dirt on a low
Fuckin' with the Mobb is like a trial, 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 want, 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 beginnin' to dislike he got me fed
If he doesn't discontinue his bullshit, he might be dead
You 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, 'cause I'll 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 fear over here, dear, we just debatin'
On when and how, later or right now
Spoke to Killa yesterday, he said to chill for a while
But it's hard actin' like everythin' is alright
I get the chills when I see that nigga in my eyesight
A dead man walkin', not only that. he's still talkin'
(About what?) About how and what he did very often
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!)
From the cradle to the grave
(From the cradle to the grave)
From the cradle to the grave
(From the cradle to the grave)
From the cradle to the grave
(From the cradle to the grave)
From the cradle to the grave
(Straight from the motherfuckin' cradle to the grave)
[Outro: Prodigy]
Word up, man!
Y'knowhatumsayin', we gonna die!
It's for real, kid, no games bein' played
