Cradle to the Grave

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 On the scene from the 41st side of Queens (yeah) We get the cream, laid up, love-love for dame 'Cause I mean what I mean, I'm out to claim King Doin' my thing, do wild stakes my name will reign To all my peoples locked down, comin' back to life In the world once again, though your 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 your 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 You had me stressin' little somethin', 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 temperatures 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 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 tried 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 don't know nothin') "And if it wasn't you, it was somebody from your 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 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 bent up Doin' my dirt on a low Fuckin' with 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 You know I'm chillin', I got 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 (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 beginning 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 screw him He shitted on my man and we got plans to do him Let's 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!) 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! You know what I'm sayin', we gonna die! It's for real, kid, no games bein' played