Cradle Rock Lyrics
| Song | Cradle Rock |
| Artist | Method Man |
| Album | Tical 2000: Judgement Day |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : R. Dorsey & Method Man | |
| 作词 : Dorsey, Smith | |
| All the children come into the light | |
| There will be | |
| Rock a bye baby from the rooftop | |
| When the guns blow your cradle gets hot | |
| When the earth quakes and the sky starts to fall | |
| Down will come emcees, fake shit an' all | |
| On top I be the show shot, the bomb drops | |
| After shot blow your bumba clock to smithereens | |
| Time stop, flyin' guillotine comin' for your flock | |
| What you mean you spilled the beans, ah? | |
| Blacked out an' thought | |
| I seen pop lazer beam glock | |
| What's a bird to a brother with a flock, wha'? | |
| They got some nerve to even try and share the turd | |
| On John J, flap a nigga gate with the wordplay | |
| Hot Nik shoot you with the gift, it's your birthday | |
| God hatin' ugly in the worst way fuck 'em like the earth say | |
| From first day | |
| I survey the hassle | |
| Death knockin' at your door in the | |
| Big AppleMeth rotton to the core | |
| Shackle in the sound castle, the dungeon with vermin | |
| In the form of emcees determined to step foot on | |
| God soilNot knowin' that these egg heads come hard boiled | |
| And heavy handed, the aliens we just landed and you in the way | |
| Overthrow these niggas, planet | |
| Independence day | |
| Felons get split melons homicide | |
| Buck niggas get the bug repellent, insecticide | |
| Johnny 5 take it worldwide as long as | |
| IPledge negligence to the dark side, | |
| I'll never die | |
| Who ya know with a flow like this? | |
| Bring 'em in | |
| What clan you know blow like this? | |
| Bring 'em in | |
| Take that nigga | |
| There will be | |
| The sound of gun burst put the foul in this dirt(Foul in this dirt) | |
| You can't fake plannin' from the mind control theory(Mind control theory) | |
| Murder in the first bring 'em back down to earth(Back down to earth) | |
| Y'all niggas don't hear me prepare for the worst(Prepare for the worst) | |
| Times gon' change, nottin' will remain the same | |
| Million dollar broke niggas still fucked up in the game | |
| Make me wanna choke niggas shittin' on my name | |
| Tuck your chain when | |
| I approach, nigga, go against the grain now | |
| Niggas stand in the rain now | |
| Die Hard fan call me | |
| John John | |
| McClain now | |
| Snake vs the crane style death to the enemy | |
| Wu brother number one the centipede | |
| Trouble some, send 'em all to kingdom come | |
| Sun still shine one time for your crooked mind | |
| Drunk off of cheap wine, son | |
| I'm into street crime | |
| Every word, every line got choose very fine | |
| Turn me loose on mankind, detonate the land mine | |
| Funk gets me goin' now, never sell, never sold | |
| Live by the code now never tell, never told | |
| Darts I throw like | |
| Clyde with the finger roll | |
| Clut shots an' what not this is where the buck stops | |
| Still can't eat and y'all still can't sleep | |
| I elect myself as presidential emcee | |
| Wu-Tang killa bee, the bee high facility | |
| In love with the blunt smoke even though it's killin' me | |
| Bad vibes fillin' me with thoughts of conspiracy | |
| White water scandals with | |
| Bill Clinton 'n' | |
| HilaryToo hot to handle, well put together to dismantle | |
| Fucker, you heard me? | |
| FuckerThere will be | |
| Excuse me as | |
| I kiss the sky | |
| Catch me when | |
| I fall son | |
| I'm too young to die | |
| Me and Lefty that be the eye come test me | |
| If you don't know me you never know me, boost the birdie | |
| Rock a bye baby from the rooftop | |
| When the guns blow your cradle gets rocked | |
| When the earth quakes and the sky starts to fall | |
| Down will come emcees, fake shit and all | |
| Ayyo, I got 360 degrees of self | |
| That's mind body and spirit, a 120 degrees a piece | |
| We gon' break it down into simple terms | |
| That's nine nigga nine, highest level of change | |
| It's too many niggas sittin' on they ass | |
| Waitin' for shit to just happen, shit don't just happen | |
| Don't fuck around and miss the boat | |
| If you take away the negative, make room for the positive | |
| Thats addin' and subtractin' on the real | |
| Niggas betta learn they math' | |
| Cause if my calculations serve me correct | |
| I'ma fuck around and have all this shit | |
| I'm on yo' ass nigga, | |
| I'm on yo' ass |
| zuo qu : R. Dorsey Method Man | |
| zuo ci : Dorsey, Smith | |
| All the children come into the light | |
| There will be | |
| Rock a bye baby from the rooftop | |
| When the guns blow your cradle gets hot | |
| When the earth quakes and the sky starts to fall | |
| Down will come emcees, fake shit an' all | |
| On top I be the show shot, the bomb drops | |
| After shot blow your bumba clock to smithereens | |
| Time stop, flyin' guillotine comin' for your flock | |
| What you mean you spilled the beans, ah? | |
| Blacked out an' thought | |
| I seen pop lazer beam glock | |
| What' s a bird to a brother with a flock, wha'? | |
| They got some nerve to even try and share the turd | |
| On John J, flap a nigga gate with the wordplay | |
| Hot Nik shoot you with the gift, it' s your birthday | |
| God hatin' ugly in the worst way fuck ' em like the earth say | |
| From first day | |
| I survey the hassle | |
| Death knockin' at your door in the | |
| Big AppleMeth rotton to the core | |
| Shackle in the sound castle, the dungeon with vermin | |
| In the form of emcees determined to step foot on | |
| God soilNot knowin' that these egg heads come hard boiled | |
| And heavy handed, the aliens we just landed and you in the way | |
| Overthrow these niggas, planet | |
| Independence day | |
| Felons get split melons homicide | |
| Buck niggas get the bug repellent, insecticide | |
| Johnny 5 take it worldwide as long as | |
| IPledge negligence to the dark side, | |
| I' ll never die | |
| Who ya know with a flow like this? | |
| Bring ' em in | |
| What clan you know blow like this? | |
| Bring ' em in | |
| Take that nigga | |
| There will be | |
| The sound of gun burst put the foul in this dirt Foul in this dirt | |
| You can' t fake plannin' from the mind control theory Mind control theory | |
| Murder in the first bring ' em back down to earth Back down to earth | |
| Y' all niggas don' t hear me prepare for the worst Prepare for the worst | |
| Times gon' change, nottin' will remain the same | |
| Million dollar broke niggas still fucked up in the game | |
| Make me wanna choke niggas shittin' on my name | |
| Tuck your chain when | |
| I approach, nigga, go against the grain now | |
| Niggas stand in the rain now | |
| Die Hard fan call me | |
| John John | |
| McClain now | |
| Snake vs the crane style death to the enemy | |
| Wu brother number one the centipede | |
| Trouble some, send ' em all to kingdom come | |
| Sun still shine one time for your crooked mind | |
| Drunk off of cheap wine, son | |
| I' m into street crime | |
| Every word, every line got choose very fine | |
| Turn me loose on mankind, detonate the land mine | |
| Funk gets me goin' now, never sell, never sold | |
| Live by the code now never tell, never told | |
| Darts I throw like | |
| Clyde with the finger roll | |
| Clut shots an' what not this is where the buck stops | |
| Still can' t eat and y' all still can' t sleep | |
| I elect myself as presidential emcee | |
| WuTang killa bee, the bee high facility | |
| In love with the blunt smoke even though it' s killin' me | |
| Bad vibes fillin' me with thoughts of conspiracy | |
| White water scandals with | |
| Bill Clinton ' n' | |
| HilaryToo hot to handle, well put together to dismantle | |
| Fucker, you heard me? | |
| FuckerThere will be | |
| Excuse me as | |
| I kiss the sky | |
| Catch me when | |
| I fall son | |
| I' m too young to die | |
| Me and Lefty that be the eye come test me | |
| If you don' t know me you never know me, boost the birdie | |
| Rock a bye baby from the rooftop | |
| When the guns blow your cradle gets rocked | |
| When the earth quakes and the sky starts to fall | |
| Down will come emcees, fake shit and all | |
| Ayyo, I got 360 degrees of self | |
| That' s mind body and spirit, a 120 degrees a piece | |
| We gon' break it down into simple terms | |
| That' s nine nigga nine, highest level of change | |
| It' s too many niggas sittin' on they ass | |
| Waitin' for shit to just happen, shit don' t just happen | |
| Don' t fuck around and miss the boat | |
| If you take away the negative, make room for the positive | |
| Thats addin' and subtractin' on the real | |
| Niggas betta learn they math' | |
| Cause if my calculations serve me correct | |
| I' ma fuck around and have all this shit | |
| I' m on yo' ass nigga, | |
| I' m on yo' ass |
| zuò qǔ : R. Dorsey Method Man | |
| zuò cí : Dorsey, Smith | |
| All the children come into the light | |
| There will be | |
| Rock a bye baby from the rooftop | |
| When the guns blow your cradle gets hot | |
| When the earth quakes and the sky starts to fall | |
| Down will come emcees, fake shit an' all | |
| On top I be the show shot, the bomb drops | |
| After shot blow your bumba clock to smithereens | |
| Time stop, flyin' guillotine comin' for your flock | |
| What you mean you spilled the beans, ah? | |
| Blacked out an' thought | |
| I seen pop lazer beam glock | |
| What' s a bird to a brother with a flock, wha'? | |
| They got some nerve to even try and share the turd | |
| On John J, flap a nigga gate with the wordplay | |
| Hot Nik shoot you with the gift, it' s your birthday | |
| God hatin' ugly in the worst way fuck ' em like the earth say | |
| From first day | |
| I survey the hassle | |
| Death knockin' at your door in the | |
| Big AppleMeth rotton to the core | |
| Shackle in the sound castle, the dungeon with vermin | |
| In the form of emcees determined to step foot on | |
| God soilNot knowin' that these egg heads come hard boiled | |
| And heavy handed, the aliens we just landed and you in the way | |
| Overthrow these niggas, planet | |
| Independence day | |
| Felons get split melons homicide | |
| Buck niggas get the bug repellent, insecticide | |
| Johnny 5 take it worldwide as long as | |
| IPledge negligence to the dark side, | |
| I' ll never die | |
| Who ya know with a flow like this? | |
| Bring ' em in | |
| What clan you know blow like this? | |
| Bring ' em in | |
| Take that nigga | |
| There will be | |
| The sound of gun burst put the foul in this dirt Foul in this dirt | |
| You can' t fake plannin' from the mind control theory Mind control theory | |
| Murder in the first bring ' em back down to earth Back down to earth | |
| Y' all niggas don' t hear me prepare for the worst Prepare for the worst | |
| Times gon' change, nottin' will remain the same | |
| Million dollar broke niggas still fucked up in the game | |
| Make me wanna choke niggas shittin' on my name | |
| Tuck your chain when | |
| I approach, nigga, go against the grain now | |
| Niggas stand in the rain now | |
| Die Hard fan call me | |
| John John | |
| McClain now | |
| Snake vs the crane style death to the enemy | |
| Wu brother number one the centipede | |
| Trouble some, send ' em all to kingdom come | |
| Sun still shine one time for your crooked mind | |
| Drunk off of cheap wine, son | |
| I' m into street crime | |
| Every word, every line got choose very fine | |
| Turn me loose on mankind, detonate the land mine | |
| Funk gets me goin' now, never sell, never sold | |
| Live by the code now never tell, never told | |
| Darts I throw like | |
| Clyde with the finger roll | |
| Clut shots an' what not this is where the buck stops | |
| Still can' t eat and y' all still can' t sleep | |
| I elect myself as presidential emcee | |
| WuTang killa bee, the bee high facility | |
| In love with the blunt smoke even though it' s killin' me | |
| Bad vibes fillin' me with thoughts of conspiracy | |
| White water scandals with | |
| Bill Clinton ' n' | |
| HilaryToo hot to handle, well put together to dismantle | |
| Fucker, you heard me? | |
| FuckerThere will be | |
| Excuse me as | |
| I kiss the sky | |
| Catch me when | |
| I fall son | |
| I' m too young to die | |
| Me and Lefty that be the eye come test me | |
| If you don' t know me you never know me, boost the birdie | |
| Rock a bye baby from the rooftop | |
| When the guns blow your cradle gets rocked | |
| When the earth quakes and the sky starts to fall | |
| Down will come emcees, fake shit and all | |
| Ayyo, I got 360 degrees of self | |
| That' s mind body and spirit, a 120 degrees a piece | |
| We gon' break it down into simple terms | |
| That' s nine nigga nine, highest level of change | |
| It' s too many niggas sittin' on they ass | |
| Waitin' for shit to just happen, shit don' t just happen | |
| Don' t fuck around and miss the boat | |
| If you take away the negative, make room for the positive | |
| Thats addin' and subtractin' on the real | |
| Niggas betta learn they math' | |
| Cause if my calculations serve me correct | |
| I' ma fuck around and have all this shit | |
| I' m on yo' ass nigga, | |
| I' m on yo' ass |
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