(PRODIGY)
 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

 (HAVOC)
 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

 (PRODIGY)
 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

 (HAVOC)
 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 (?Raydes?) 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

 (PRODIGY)
 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"

 CHORUS
 From the cradle to the grave
 (From the cradle to the grave)
 REPEAT x 2 1/2
 (Straight from the motherfuckin cradle to the grave!)

 VERSE 2
 (HAVOC)
 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 bett-er
 Doin my dirt on a low
 Fuckin 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

 (PRODIGY)
 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 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 nigga 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 fuck it!
 It's funny how things change(Word up!)

 CHORUS

 OUTRO:(PRODIGY)
 Word up man!
 Y'knowhatumsayin,we gonna die!
 It's for real,kid,no games bein played