(The Grave Prelude)

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
 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
 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