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