Cradle To The Grave Lyrics - Singles - Motêírhead

VERSE ONE 

(PRODIGY) 

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 

(HAVOC) 

On the scene from the 41st side of Queens 

We get the CREAM laid up love love for dame 

Cos I mean what I mean, I'm out to claim King 

Doin my thing, do wild stakes my name'll reign 

(PRODIGY) 

To all my peoples locked down comin back to life 

In the world once again though ya 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 ya 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 

(HAVOC) 

Ya had me stressin little son, 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 temperature's risin) 

I saw my man helpless, damn near on the verge of dyin 

So to P I passed the iron 

(PRODIGY) 

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 tryed 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 know nuttin!) 

"And if it wasn't you, was somebody from ya team" 

CHORUS 

From the cradle to the grave 

(From the cradle to the grave) 

REPEAT x 2 1/2 

(Straight from the motherfuckin cradle to the grave!) 

VERSE 2 

(HAVOC) 

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 bett-er 

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 wants, some brothers wanna act funny 

But it's all good I still die for the hood 

For my peoples, yeah knock on wood 

(PRODIGY) 

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 

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, cos I screw him 

He shitted on my man and we got plans to do him 

Lets 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!) 

CHORUS 

OUTRO:(PRODIGY) 

Word up man! 

Y'knowhatumsayin, we gonna die! 

It's for real, kid, no games bein played