Mobb Deep — Cradle to the Grave

[Verse 1: 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 [Verse 2: 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 [Verse 3: 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 [Verse 4: 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 [Verse 5: 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" [Chorus] 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) [Verse 6: 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 [Verse 7: 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!) [Chorus] 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