Текст песни Mobb Deep - Cradle to the Grave (Freestyle)
Mobb Deep - Cradle to the Grave (Freestyle) слова песни
{Mobb Deep!} Show these bitch-ass niggaz{Free Agents!} Over and over and over again how we do this shit{*cock and gunshot courtesy DJ Whoo Kid*}[Prodigy]Aiyyo, they say I`m cold-hearted, well I was born like thatFrom the womb to my tomb I`ll be on it like thatFrom my cradle to my grave I`ll be on that same shitNo bitch can change my ways, I show no careNo thug can shake my frame, I show no fearBe a cold day in hell once I arrive thereI 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 upSo while I`m still alive and kickinI`ma run through this planet like I own this shit hereFuck up out my way `fore you get yourself fittedAnd sized up like tailored for bullets that fit inthe meat on your bones like knives on ThanksgivingYou bird-ass nigga, I`m a mobster, you a pigeonMake no mistake, there`s a difference between usSo when you see my face, turn your head like a slutWord up, we body niggaz for reckless eyeballinNiggaz signin record deals and think they ballinMy niggaz make joint ventures and own they mansionsYou prostitute-ass nigga, hoe faggot, you a RAPPER{*DAMN!*}[Outro]Okay okay okay, H-A-V-O-CThat nigga P, no doubt that`s that gangsta shit son, y`know? {*gunshot*}All the time babyWe gon` continue to do this shit like this hereMan y`knowImean? For y`all peoples {*cocked*}Cause we know y`all wants this {*gunshot*} shit like thisY`knahmsayin? Straight like that{Shoutout.. Violator.. Chris Lighty!}{Can`t forget.. Mike Lighty.. John Lighty.. HA HA!} {*gunshot*}{Non-stop}