Cradle Rock Lyrics - Tlc

Method man & left eye 

(appears on method man's album "tical 2:judgement day") 

All the children comin' into the light.... 

There will be.... 

Chorus: 

Rock-a-bye baby 

From the rooftop 

When the guns blow 

Your cradle gets rocked 

When the earth quakes 

And the sky start to fall 

Down will come emcees 

Fake shit and all 

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Rooftoppin' be the shell shot 

The bomb drops 

Aftershock blow your mother clock 

To smitherines 

Time stops 

Flying guillotine 

Comin' for your fly 

What you mean you spilled the beans, huh? 

Blacked out and thought I seen 'pac 

Laced a big glock 

What's a bird to a brother with a flock what 

They got some nerve 

They even try share the turf 

On john j 

Flap a nigga gay 

With the word play 

Hot neck shoot you with a gift 

It's your birthday 

God hatin' ugly in the worst way 

Fuck 'em like the earth say 

From first day 

I surveyed the hassle 

Death knockin' at your door 

In the big apple 

Meth rotton to the core 

Shackled in the sound castle 

The dungeon with vermin 

In the form of emcees 

Determined to step foot on god's soil 

Not knowin' that these egg-heads 

Come hard boiled 

And heavy handed 

The aliens have just landed 

Any any way 

Overthrow these niggas planet 

Independence day 

Felons get split melons 

Homicide 

Bug nigga's get the bug repellant 

Insecticide 

Johnny 5 take it worldwide 

As long as I pledge allegiance 

To the dark side 

I never die 

Who you know with a flow like this 

Bring 'em in 

What clan you know blow like this 

Bring 'em in 

Take dat nigga 

Photos 

There will be.... 

The sound of gun bursts 

Put the foul in the turf 

(foul in the turf) 

You can't think planet from the my control theory 

(my control theory) 

Murder in the first bring 'em back down to earth 

(back down to earth) 

Ya'll niggas don't hear me prepare for the worst 

(prepare for the worst) 

Times gon' change 

Nuttin' will remain the same 

Million dollar broke niggas 

Still fucked up in the game 

Make me wanna choke niggas 

Shittin' on my name 

Tuck ya chain when I approach 

Nigga go against the grain now 

Can you stand the rain now 

Die hard fan 

Call me john john mcclain now 

Snake verse the crane style 

Death to the enemy 

Wu brother number one 

The centipede 

Troublesome 

Send 'em all to kingdom come 

Sun still shine one 

Time for your crooked mind 

Drunk off of cheap wine 

Son I'm in the street crime 

Every word every line 

Got juice very fine 

Turn me loose on man kind 

Detonate the land mine 

Funk gets my go now 

I'll never sell, never sold 

Live by the code now 

Never tell, never told 

Darts I throw 

Like clyde with the finger roll 

Clutch shots and whatnot 

This is where the buck stops 

Still can't eat 

And y'all still can't sleep 

I elect myself as presidential emcee 

Wu tang killa bee 

The bee hive facility 

In love with the blunt smoke 

Even though it's killin' me 

Bad vibes fillin' me with 

Thoughts of conspiracy 

Whitewater scandals 

With bill clinton 'n hillary 

Too hot to handle 

Too well put together to dismantle 

Fucker 

You heard 

Fucker... 

There will be.... 

Excuse me as I kiss the sky 

Catch me when I fall son 

I'm too young to die 

Me and lefty 

That be the eye 

Come touch me 

If you don't know me 

You'll never know me 

Booster brady 

En espanol 

Me legs shocks on you 

Man if you test me.... 

Fire upon your head 

I say fire upon your chest 

Man if you test I say 

You feel exempt 

Anybody want to contest me 

As you reach for me 

Check 

Cocky..... 

Check 

Smarty boy contest me 

Have to reach for me.... 

Chorus 

A-yo 

I got three-hundred and sixty 

Degrees of self 

That's mind, body, and spirit 

120 degrees of peace 

We gon' break it down into simple terms 

That's 9 nigga 9 

Highest level of change 

Too many niggas sittin' on they ass 

Waitin' for shit to just happen 

Shit don't just happen 

Don't fuck around and miss the boat 

If you take away the negative 

Make room for the positive 

That's addin' and subtractin' 

On the real 

Niggas better learn they math 

'cause if my calculations serve me correct 

I'm gonna fuck around and have all this shit 

I'm on yo ass nigga 

I'm on yo ass...