Cradle To The Grave (Freestyle)

Cradle To The Grave (Freestyle) Lyrics

{Mobb Deep!} Show these b**ch-ass niggaz
{Free Agents!} Over and over and over again how we do this sh*t

{*cock 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*t
No b**ch 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*t here
f**k 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-ass nigga, 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 sl*t
Word up, we body niggaz for reckless eyeballin
Niggaz signin record deals and think they ballin
My niggaz make joint ventures and own they mansions
You prostitute-ass nigga, hoe faggot, you a RAPPER
{*DAMN!*}

[Outro]
Okay okay okay, H-A-V-O-C
That nigga P, no doubt that's that gangsta sh*t son, y'know? {*gunshot*}

All the time baby
We gon' continue to do this sh*t like this here
Man y'knowImean? For y'all peoples {*cocked*}
Cause we know y'all wants this {*gunshot*} sh*t like this
Y'knahmsayin? Straight like that

{Shoutout.. Violator.. Chris Lighty!}
{Can't forget.. Mike Lighty.. John Lighty.. HA HA!} {*gunshot*}
{Non-stop}