Cradle To The Grave Lyrics
| Song | Cradle To The Grave |
| Artist | Mobb Deep |
| Album | The Infamous |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Johnson, Muchita | |
| Forever wild from the cradle to the grave | |
| Kid, watch your back | |
| One time it's comin' always | |
| They lock me up for twelve 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 | |
| QueensWe get the cream laid up | |
| Love, love for dame' | |
| Cause I mean what | |
| I meanI'm out to claim | |
| KingDoin' my thing | |
| Do wild stakes, my name'll reign | |
| To all my people's locked down | |
| Comin' back to life | |
| In the world once again | |
| Though ya bear with strife | |
| While you was gone | |
| He was goin' to war | |
| And even more | |
| Saw my man layin' dead on the floor | |
| Kid, I swore | |
| That our crew would live forever | |
| I guess I was wrong | |
| No, until we meet again | |
| Hold ya head and stay strong | |
| Yo, got my mind | |
| On a place to hide from police | |
| 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 | |
| Made a u-ey up the hill | |
| Plus a change of plans | |
| I had to hurry back | |
| So I could warn my man | |
| Ya had me stressin' [Incomprehensible] | |
| Had my heart rapidly pumpin' | |
| Niggas start a guttin' | |
| Behind the bushes duckin' | |
| My ears rung | |
| I punch a clip into the guns | |
| Got Rayde's 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 buildin' | |
| 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?We know you was thereAt the homicide sceneAnd if it wasn't youWas 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 moves, stand still | |
| Bottle you! | |
| Drop that ass off in a land fill | |
| Son, bless me with the iron | |
| I got beef, with some nigga | |
| 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 shift | |
| The cradle to the grave | |
| Is where I'll end up | |
| Fuck gettin' sent up | |
| NorthSon, | |
| I'm better | |
| Doin' my dirt on a low | |
| Fuckin' wit 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 | |
| Y'know I'm chillin' | |
| I gots no time for catchin' feelings | |
| Get that money | |
| I wantsSome 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 | |
| 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 or right now | |
| Spoke to Killa yesterday | |
| He said to chill for a while | |
| But it's hard acting | |
| Like everythin' is alright | |
| I get the chills | |
| When I see that nigga in my sight | |
| A dead man walkin' | |
| Not only that, he's still talkin' | |
| About what? | |
| About how an' what he did very often | |
| 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 | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Johnson, Muchita | |
| Forever wild from the cradle to the grave | |
| Kid, watch your back | |
| One time it' s comin' always | |
| They lock me up for twelve 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 | |
| QueensWe get the cream laid up | |
| Love, love for dame' | |
| Cause I mean what | |
| I meanI' m out to claim | |
| KingDoin' my thing | |
| Do wild stakes, my name' ll reign | |
| To all my people' s locked down | |
| Comin' back to life | |
| In the world once again | |
| Though ya bear with strife | |
| While you was gone | |
| He was goin' to war | |
| And even more | |
| Saw my man layin' dead on the floor | |
| Kid, I swore | |
| That our crew would live forever | |
| I guess I was wrong | |
| No, until we meet again | |
| Hold ya head and stay strong | |
| Yo, got my mind | |
| On a place to hide from police | |
| 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 | |
| Made a uey up the hill | |
| Plus a change of plans | |
| I had to hurry back | |
| So I could warn my man | |
| Ya had me stressin' Incomprehensible | |
| Had my heart rapidly pumpin' | |
| Niggas start a guttin' | |
| Behind the bushes duckin' | |
| My ears rung | |
| I punch a clip into the guns | |
| Got Rayde' s 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 buildin' | |
| 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? We know you was thereAt the homicide sceneAnd if it wasn' t youWas 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 moves, stand still | |
| Bottle you! | |
| Drop that ass off in a land fill | |
| Son, bless me with the iron | |
| I got beef, with some nigga | |
| 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 shift | |
| The cradle to the grave | |
| Is where I' ll end up | |
| Fuck gettin' sent up | |
| NorthSon, | |
| I' m better | |
| Doin' my dirt on a low | |
| Fuckin' wit 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 | |
| Y' know I' m chillin' | |
| I gots no time for catchin' feelings | |
| Get that money | |
| I wantsSome 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 | |
| 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 or right now | |
| Spoke to Killa yesterday | |
| He said to chill for a while | |
| But it' s hard acting | |
| Like everythin' is alright | |
| I get the chills | |
| When I see that nigga in my sight | |
| A dead man walkin' | |
| Not only that, he' s still talkin' | |
| About what? | |
| About how an' what he did very often | |
| 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 | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Johnson, Muchita | |
| Forever wild from the cradle to the grave | |
| Kid, watch your back | |
| One time it' s comin' always | |
| They lock me up for twelve 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 | |
| QueensWe get the cream laid up | |
| Love, love for dame' | |
| Cause I mean what | |
| I meanI' m out to claim | |
| KingDoin' my thing | |
| Do wild stakes, my name' ll reign | |
| To all my people' s locked down | |
| Comin' back to life | |
| In the world once again | |
| Though ya bear with strife | |
| While you was gone | |
| He was goin' to war | |
| And even more | |
| Saw my man layin' dead on the floor | |
| Kid, I swore | |
| That our crew would live forever | |
| I guess I was wrong | |
| No, until we meet again | |
| Hold ya head and stay strong | |
| Yo, got my mind | |
| On a place to hide from police | |
| 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 | |
| Made a uey up the hill | |
| Plus a change of plans | |
| I had to hurry back | |
| So I could warn my man | |
| Ya had me stressin' Incomprehensible | |
| Had my heart rapidly pumpin' | |
| Niggas start a guttin' | |
| Behind the bushes duckin' | |
| My ears rung | |
| I punch a clip into the guns | |
| Got Rayde' s 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 buildin' | |
| 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? We know you was thereAt the homicide sceneAnd if it wasn' t youWas 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 moves, stand still | |
| Bottle you! | |
| Drop that ass off in a land fill | |
| Son, bless me with the iron | |
| I got beef, with some nigga | |
| 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 shift | |
| The cradle to the grave | |
| Is where I' ll end up | |
| Fuck gettin' sent up | |
| NorthSon, | |
| I' m better | |
| Doin' my dirt on a low | |
| Fuckin' wit 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 | |
| Y' know I' m chillin' | |
| I gots no time for catchin' feelings | |
| Get that money | |
| I wantsSome 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 | |
| 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 or right now | |
| Spoke to Killa yesterday | |
| He said to chill for a while | |
| But it' s hard acting | |
| Like everythin' is alright | |
| I get the chills | |
| When I see that nigga in my sight | |
| A dead man walkin' | |
| Not only that, he' s still talkin' | |
| About what? | |
| About how an' what he did very often | |
| 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 | |
| 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 |
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