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 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 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 there   At the homicide scene   And if it wasn't you   Was 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 North   Son, 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 wants   Some 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