The Grave Prelude Lyrics - Infamous - Mobb Deep

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 

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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 

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Ya had me stressin' little son, had my heart rapidly pumpin' 

Niggas 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 couldnt beat it 

Felt like cryin' (the temperatures 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 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 

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 niggas 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 shift the 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 didnt 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 nigga that I'm beginning to dislike he got me fed 

If he doesnt discontinue his bullshit he might be dead 

Know him well and probably go way back 

But I don't care if hes your man doin' shit like that 

I hope the word gets back to him, 'cause I 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 fair overhead there we just debatin' on when and how 

Later on right now, spoke to Killa 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 nigga 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 ass in a coffin 

One day my man and the next hes not 

Didn't know him long anyway so fuck it 

It's funny how things change(word up) 

Word up man 

Why know what I'm sayin' we gonna die 

It's for real, kid no games bein' played