Cradle To The Grave song by Mobb Deep from Primary Album The-infamous. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Boom Bap, Hardcore Rap, East Coast music. The Record company is Sony Music Entertainment, Loud Records, RCA Records & BMG. Released on April 25, 1995.
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Cradle To The Grave Meaning
| [[Verse 1: Prodigy] Forever wild from the cradle to the grave Kid, watch your back! One-time’s comin’ always (Yeah!) They locked 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 Seagram’s Gin Life is like a dice game, and I’m in to win [Verse 2: Havoc] On the scene, from the 41st side of Queens (Yeah!) We get the C.R.E.A.M., laid up, love-love redeem ‘Cause I mean what I mean, I’m out to claim king Doin’ my thing, throughout states my name’ll ring [Verse 3: Prodigy] To all my peoples locked down, comin’ back to life In the world once again, though ya bid 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’d 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 approached the block I spotted Jake on the creep down by Vic’s weed spot (Say word?) Made a U-ey up the hill, plus a change of plans I had to.. hurry back so I could warn my mans , [Verse 4: Havoc] It had me stressed a little somethin’, had my heart rapidly pumpin’ Niggas started cuttin’, behind the bushes duckin’ My ears rung, I plunged a clip into the guns Got grazed 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 [Verse 5: 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 tried to twist my dome back Jetted up the staircase to the third floor Reach behind the sink, throw the heater on the floor Lock the door, police grab me up and try to break my jaw Said, “Where’s the gun we saw?” (I don’t know) “We know you was there at the homicide scene” (I don’t know nothin’) “And if it wasn’t you, it was somebody from ya team” [Hook] 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!) , [Verse 6: Havoc] Yo, it’s the reals, drama kills Nobody move, stand still Body you, drop that ass off in the landfills Son blessed 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 clique, my crew strictly body shit! The cradle to the grave is where I’ll end up Fuck gettin’ sent up North, son, I’m bent up! Doin’ my dirt on the low Fuckin’ with the Mobb is like a trial, 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 want, some brothers wanna act funny But it’s all good! I still die for the hood (For my peoples!) Yeah, knock on wood! [Verse 7: 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 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 Lets get it over with quick, I’m tired of waitin’ Ain’t no fear over here, dear, 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 actin’ like everythin’ is alright I get the chills when I see that nigga in my eyesight A dead man walkin’, not only that, he’s still talkin’ (About what?) About how and what he did very often 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!) , [Hook] 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!) [Outro: Prodigy] Word up, man! Y’knowhatumsayin’? We gonna die! It’s for real, kid! No games bein’ played] |
FAQ
- Who produced the lyrics for Cradle To The Grave?
This lirics prodiucer by Havoc.
- Who is credited with writing the music and lyrics to this song? Cradle To The Grave
Cradle To The Grave song lyrics is written by Prodigy of Mobb Deep & Havoc
- Who is the lyrics Mixing Engineer
Cradle To The Grave song lyrics mixing Engineer by Tony Smalios & Mobb Deep
- Who is the credited recordinger for this track?
Cradle To The Grave lyrics recording Engineer is Louis Alfred III
- Who is the person responsible for the mastering of the song?
Cradle To The Grave lyrics song mastering engineer is Leon Zervos
