Song | Cradle To The Grave |
Artist | Mobb Deep |
Album | The Infamous |
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 |
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 |