Cradle to the Grave (Freestyle) Sözleri

{Mobb Deep!} Show these bitch-ass niggaz

{Free Agents!} Over and over and over again how we do this shit

{*cock and gunshot courtesy DJ Whoo Kid*}

[Prodigy]

Aiyyo, they say I'm cold-hearted, well I was born like that

From the womb to my tomb I'll be on it like that

From my cradle to my grave I'll be on that same shit

No bitch can change my ways, I show no care

No thug can shake my frame, I show no fear

Be a cold day in hell once I arrive there

I slap God in the face for puttin me through this torture

{*GOD*} And bust through heaven's gates

{*DAMN*} if they don't wanna let me up

So while I'm still alive and kickin

I'ma run through this planet like I own this shit here

Fuck up out my way 'fore you get yourself fitted

And sized up like tailored for bullets that fit in

the meat on your bones like knives on Thanksgiving

You bird-ass nigga, I'm a mobster, you a pigeon

Make no mistake, there's a difference between us

So when you see my face, turn your head like a slut

Word up, we body niggaz for reckless eyeballin

Niggaz signin record deals and think they ballin

My niggaz make joint ventures and own they mansions

You prostitute-ass nigga, hoe faggot, you a RAPPER

{*DAMN!*}

[Outro]

Okay okay okay, H-A-V-O-C

That nigga P, no doubt that's that gangsta shit son, y'know? {*gunshot*}

All the time baby

We gon' continue to do this shit like this here

Man y'knowImean? For y'all peoples {*cocked*}

Cause we know y'all wants this {*gunshot*} shit like this

Y'knahmsayin? Straight like that

{Shoutout.. Violator.. Chris Lighty!}

{Can't forget.. Mike Lighty.. John Lighty.. HA HA!} {*gunshot*}

{Non-stop}