[00:00.00] 作词 : Johnson, Muchita
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Albert Johnson/Kejuan Muchita
[00:02.15]Forever wild from the cradle to the grave
[00:05.14]Kid,watch your back,one time,it's comin always (Yeah!)
[00:07.68]They lock me up for 12 days,I can't comprehend
[00:10.72]Now I'm a free man on the streets again
[00:13.29]Chasin St.Ide's down with some Seagrams Gin
[00:16.12]Life is like a dice game and I'm into win
[00:18.82]On the scene from the 41st side of Queens
[00:21.61]We get the CREAM,laid up,love-love for dame
[00:24.44]Cos I mean what I mean,I'm out to claim King
[00:27.34]Doin my thing,do wild stakes my name'll reign
[00:30.04]To all my peoples locked down comin back to life
[00:32.71]In the world once again though ya fear was trife
[00:35.30]While you was gone,we was goin to war and even more
[00:38.26]Saw my man layin dead on the floor,kid I swore
[00:41.12]That our crew will live forever,I guess I was wrong
[00:43.61]No,until we meet again,hold ya head and stay strong (Yeah!)
[00:46.64]Yo,got my mind on a place to hide from police (Where?)
[00:49.13]Sweatin dogs as I'm runnin cross 12th Street
[00:52.22]Just as I approach the block
[00:54.92]I spot a jake on the creep down by Vick's weed spot (So what!)
[00:57.75]Made a U-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
[01:00.40]I had to hurry back so I could warn my man
[01:03.20]Ya had me stressin little son,had my heart rapidly pumpin
[01:05.95]Niggas start a cuttin behind the bushes duckin
[01:08.93]My ears rung,I punch a clip into the guns
[01:11.58]Got grazed in the arm, one slug hit my son
[01:14.30]He was bleedin from the head,I couldn't believe it
[01:16.99]We was defeated,if it was a case I couldn't beat it
[01:19.83]Felt like cryin (The temperature's risin)
[01:22.67]I saw my man helpless,damn near on the verge of dyin
[01:25.38]So to P I passed the iron
[01:27.10]Kid you ain't lyin!
[01:28.40]I went to stash the murder weapon,plus I'm relyin
[01:30.97]On a door to be open,goin in the building,it's a trap!
[01:33.72]Police buckin at me,they try to twist my tongue back
[01:36.81]Jetted up the staircase to the third floor
[01:39.25]Reached behind the sink,throw the heater on the floor
[01:42.01]Locked the door,police grabbed me up and tryed to break my jaw
[01:46.11]"So where's the gun we saw" (I don't know!)
[01:48.38]"We know you was there at the homicide scene" (I know nuttin!)
[01:50.53]"And if it wasn't you,was somebody from ya team"
[01:53.12]From the cradle to the grave
[01:55.97](From the cradle to the grave)..........
[02:12.53]Straight from the ****ing cradle to the grave!
[02:15.31]Yo,it's the real drama kills,nobody moves,stand still!
[02:18.14]Bottle you!drop that ass off in a land-fill
[02:20.94]Son bless me with the iron,I got beef
[02:23.77]With some snitches from the other side over some weak shit
[02:26.71]Load up the heaters,greet em with the hollow-tips
[02:29.58]Flip em like the Gotti clip,my crew shift the body shift
[02:32.02]The cradle to the grave is where I'll end up
[02:34.83]B*****s gettin sent up North, son I'm bett-er
[02:37.58]Doin my dirt on a low
[02:39.83]****ing wit them mobbers like a crowd
[02:41.85]No doubt you gonna blow,you never know
[02:44.27]He didn't even have to go there
[02:45.98]Unprepared,now he's six below
[02:48.56]Y'know I'm chillin,I gots no time for catchin feelings
[02:51.36]Get that money I wants,some brothers wanna act funny
[02:54.00]But it's all good I still die for the hood
[02:56.90]For my peoples,yeah knock on wood
[02:59.75]Triple L,rollin dice while I put you on
[03:02.38]To the drama what I gotta say is short not long
[03:05.00]This b***h that I'm beginning to dislike, he got me fed
[03:07.86]If he doesn't discontinue his bullshit, he might be dead
[03:10.64]Know him well and probably go way back
[03:13.35]But I don't care if he's your man doin shit like that
[03:16.05]I hope the word gets back to him,cos I screw him
[03:19.18]He shitted on my man and we got plans to do him
[03:21.83]Lets get it over with quick,I'm tired of waitin
[03:24.51]Ain't no fair overhead there,we just debatin on when and how
[03:28.46]Later on right now,spoke to Killa yesterday
[03:31.36]He said to chill for a while
[03:32.89]But it's hard acting like everything is alright
[03:35.56]I get the chills when I see that b***h in my sight
[03:38.25]A dead man walking,not only that he's still talkin (About what?)
[03:41.94]About how what he did buried off and you don't know
[03:44.74]How much I fiend to put his ass in a coffin
[03:46.84]One day my man and the next he's not
[03:49.48]Didn't know him long anyway so **** it!
[03:52.04]It's funny how things change (Word up!)
[03:55.16]From the cradle to the grave
[04:00.53]From the cradle to the grave
[04:05.99]From the cradle to the grave
[04:11.58]From the cradle to the grave
[04:14.86]Straight from the ****ing cradle to the grave!
[04:20.79]Word up man!
[04:22.00]Y'knowhatumsayin,we gonna die!
[04:24.16]It's for real,kid,no games bein played

作词 : Johnson, Muchita
作曲 : Albert Johnson/Kejuan Muchita
Forever wild from the cradle to the grave
Kid,watch your back,one time,it's comin always (Yeah!)
They lock me up for 12 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
Cos I mean what I mean,I'm out to claim King
Doin my thing,do wild stakes my name'll reign
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 Vick's weed spot (So what!)
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 little son,had my heart rapidly pumpin
Niggas start a cuttin behind the bushes duckin
My ears rung,I punch 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
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 tryed to break my jaw
"So where's the gun we saw" (I don't 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 ****ing 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 snitches 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
B*****s gettin sent up North, son I'm bett-er
Doin my dirt on a low
****ing 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 b***h that I'm beginning to dislike, he got me fed
If he doesn't discontinue his bullshit, he might be dead
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,cos 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 b***h in my sight
A dead man walking,not only that he's still talkin (About what?)
About how what he did buried off 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 **** it!
It's funny how things change (Word up!)
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 ****ing cradle to the grave!
Word up man!
Y'knowhatumsayin,we gonna die!
It's for real,kid,no games bein played