Mobb Deep - Cradle to the Grave (Freestyle) lyrics

{Mobb Deep!} Show these b**h-a** n***as {Free Agents!} Over and over and over again how we do this sh** {*co*k 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 sh** No b**h 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 sh** here f** 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-a** n***a, 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 s*ut Word up, we body n***as for reckless eyeballin n***as signin record deals and think they ballin My n***as make joint ventures and own they mansions You prostitute-a** n***a, hoe f*ggot, you a RAPPER {*DAMN!*} [Outro] Okay okay okay, H-A-V-O-C That n***a P, no doubt that's that gangsta sh** son, y'know? {*gunshot*} All the time baby We gon' continue to do this sh** like this here Man y'knowImean? For y'all peoples {*co*ked*} Cause we know y'all wants this {*gunshot*} sh** like this Y'knahmsayin? Straight like that {Shoutout.. Violator.. Chris Lighty!} {Can't forget.. Mike Lighty.. John Lighty.. HA HA!} {*gunshot*} {Non-stop}