Mobb Deep - (The Grave Prelude) lyrics

Forever wild from the cradle to the grave Kid watch your back one time it's comin' always They lock me up for 12 days I can't comprehend Now I'm a free man on the streets again Chasin' St. Ides down with some Seagrams Gin Life is like a dice game and I'm into win On the scene from the 41st side of Queens We get the cream laid up love love for dame 'Cause I mean what I mean,I'm out to claim king Doin my thing, do wild stakes my namell reign 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 Vicks weed spot(so what) Made a you-ey up the hill plus a change of plans I had to hurry back so I could warn my man Ya had me stressin' little son, had my heart rapidly pumpin' n***as start a guttin' behind the bushes duckin' My ears rung,I punch a clip into the guns Got 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 temperatures risin) I saw my man helpless, damn near on the verge of dyin' So to P I pa**ed 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 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 tried to break my jaw So where's the gun we saw? (I dont know) We know you was there at the homicide scene (I know nuttin') And if it wasn't you, was somebody from ya team [Chrous] From the cradle to the grave (From the cradle to the grave) [Repeat: x2] Straight from the motherf**in' cradle to the grave Yo, it's the real drama k**s, nobody moves, stand still Bottle you drop that a** off in a land fill Son bless me with the iron, I got beef With some n***as from the other side over some weak sh** 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 f** gettin' sent up north, son I'm better Doin' my dirt on a low f**in' 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 Why know I'm chillin',I gots no time for catchin' feelings Get that money I wants, some brothers want to 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 n***a that I'm beginning to dislike he got me fed If he doesnt discontinue his bullsh** he might be dead Know him well and probably go way back But I don't care if hes your man doin' sh** like that I hope the word gets back to him, 'cause I screw him He sh**ted 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 k**a 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 n***a in my sight A dead man walking not only that hes still talkin'(about what) About how what he did buried off and you dont know How much I fiend to put his a** in a coffin One day my man and the next hes not Didn't know him long anyway so f** it It's funny how things change(word up) [Chorus] Word up man Why know what I'm sayin' we gonna die It's for real, kid no games bein' played