Mobb Deep - Cradle to the Grave lyrics

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' StIde's down with some Seagrams Gin
Life is like a dice game and I'm in to win

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

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

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

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)

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

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)

Word up, man!
Y'knowhatumsayin', we gonna die!
It's for real, kid, no games bein' played