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Verse one
(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

Intro:
One two, one two. q.b.c.. m.o.b.b. d.e.e.p.
We all over (all over)
Spread it out spread it out, spread it out
Spread it out we takin' over
Yeah yo, yo, yeah uh uh no doubt uh, check it

Havoc"
One two, one two q.b.c. to london
A little something bumpin'
Mobb deep the infamous national commissioners
While you're sleepin' to get it right got me creepin'
Awaking while you're beepin'
Off the hood she ain't a crook
Got shook never play it by the book
We off the hook while you try to figure out the name
I got three answers while you got the wrong questions
Affections, spread love in your section headin' torward your direction
Injection got you up in the best western
Room 109 is fine
And you're always on my mind you a dime
Prepared, bring it over here don't be scared
Like caller 97 you're on the air
And i like the way
And i like the way
And i like the way you bless my whole clique
And i like the way you bless my whole clique
And i like the way you bless my whole clique
And you look all good
In that satin sheets inbetween

[havoc]

1-2, 1-2

[prodigy]

Yo, however do u want, however do you need p
My mobb bring it back to life, back to reality
You walk a fine line playin wit mine, the greatest story ever told in rhyme
We climax in ninety-five, wit demo raw raps is knives
To skin all ya'll cats alive
Take your time don't rush the clock, infamous rock for good now
Pass like my duns on lock holdin the pot down slow
But assuring this, spoon-feeding these
Starvin ass heads catchin shakes, feenishly
I ball in this, word assortin this, probably recording this
Of course kids keepin they sights upon this
Exclusiveness, like some new type of kicks
We got them things fixed, passed the wrong man in my click
You get charged wit incense to kick that bullshhh
Welcome to the ledge of this whole shhh

Chorus [havoc]

Yo, we the men for the operation
You know the m-o, b-b's, warrior style, rare species
Catch us on your block , on your wide-screen tv's
From jones beach to over-seas from over there
It's right back to the beats, longevity to all the great grand cc's

[havoc]

Yo, for my qbc duns, it's all real hold it down
You bust yours, we bust ours and stand on firm ground
Pass the dutchie while i, handle the henny thinkin
You never catch me sleepin, stay on top of this properly
I know they watchin me, if not they probably waitin for a downfall
Scheming on my property, we got the remedy
Let em get a little cold, let em smell the tree smoke
Hit em where we blow and don't let nobody know
The snakes in the grass, you gotta watch where you move
Son, shots get loaded, don't ever run wit the crowd son
Stick and move, you hear me?
And that's the way we rock it, the only way to live
If you really think about it
Every move is humble wit precision, careful thought decisions
And my whole cli-tique the same vision
41st till i dearly depart, till then i'll be somewhere gettin bent up in a den
Sippin gin, while you shook cats just pretend to be something
That your not and that's not good my friend
On a personal, i ain't even feelin you cats
Don't even acknowledge the fact that you weak raps
We bust gats at, on the reg laughed at
Son you know we passed that, get em outta here, cuz you could have that

[prodigy]

Four pounds, stumbled off grounds
Fire off many a rounds, i heard return fire 3% of the time
Your dogs was wives actin like girls, get feminine when handlin guns
You could run or take the window, son
Or feel this hot one, we rip all strifes dun dun
Without a fight son, we keep the house dope like ?pie fendis?
We twist and pop henny, gettin wet on the daily, and
Peers get chilly, turnin macks fully
Now they bandin, court rehanded and got remanded, faught
A one to three degree from v-o-p and n-c-c-v
And send me up a hub to a state facilities
What could i do but sneak, burn a tree, or tobacco leaf
Or wait until my time served and get released
Cool, back on the streets i seen some old drama
I still hold heat to send your ass straight to trauma
These kids started to drilling like they ready and willing
I gave em exactly no time to switch feelings
Pulled out, to my man, look out
Commits to warfare, and rock these to sleep like this here
Seventy-two like as if i was back on the top
Hours of thinkin about how i'ma tip they ass up out the basket
Beligerant glass heads, i'm bashing
No knowledge of the man nor his action
Class now is session, "soldiers boys, today's aim is: never show your heat
And don't flame it"
You playin life, wit a man who lives by the sword
And dies naturally against all common laws
What, speed on and peed on

Chorus

Yeah, yeah, g.o.d.

[havoc]
Lime bacardi(no doubt) heavely bent peep my mission
Have the chicks trippin the eddie bauer expedition
Uptown hit the pet shop
Hit the tele crown plaza, proceed to wreck shop
Had the shorties starvin, gotti finessed the dutchie
Unraveled the leaf, heave the gut like a phillie
Now we politicin, layin g while they listenin
Its a mobb thang, aint no time for intermission son
Im thru wit mines play my part where i fit
Schemes of gettin rich never eat where i shit
Whats the drilly really, wanna be thugs constantly kill me
Never had my phd, im just being me
Speakin in general, where beef i gotta settle now
You know the clik, never had to switch files
Bent off the st.ides chase you down wit cristals
Count this muddy collect loot from loud
Then i bow, forever in this the war crowd
Bless all my sons that hold me down
Keep it real wit me i keep it real wit you
Keep it in the fam, and got our eyes on you

Chorus
Its the g.o.d. father part 3,
Q-b-c sip lime bacardi
Heavy on the wrist cube link my ice ring
Drama we bring yo thats a small thing

[prodigy]
Infamous entaprisez, surprise kid
Get up on that ass like a virus
Live in the flesh its the freshest flyest connaivenest
Violatin niggas you dont wanna fuck wit
Im stuck wit my peoples and they stuck wit me
Anybody in my crew would get bucked for me
And i damned sure will take a slug for thee
We rep the q-b-c fromn the n-y-c
Let me show you how this rap shit is supposed to be
Most of yall rhyme niggas just disgust me
Nigga p thugly eruptly fuck thee, comin wit nuff g
You and sp fuck that regulate my way thru black
Move the crowd even like this or even wit that
I kick thug raps, for my niggas in pants
Rocked the same gear for years guzzilin beers
Yo son, i hear alot a niggas call theyself infamous
Lets sit back and take a look at this, respect this
We be the most infamous livin reckless
We'll undress kids , come on pop the necklace
To go against my mobb would be senseless
You must gotta deathwish
You simp kid you really in this my nigga face bent
But still carrying gats goin for his
What the deal....you know the drill

Chorus/outro(singing)

(prodigy):

The most violent of the violent-lest crimes we give life to
If these queensbridge kids don't like you
We bring drama of the worst kind of enemies
Your first time would be your last earth memories
It's only your own fault
I gave you fair warning..beware..
Of killa kids who don't care
Unaware fools who be dealt with in time
It ain't a mystery
Hop on the words and rhyme
In nineteeth hundred and ninety square
All shook niggaz is supposed to have fear
Trying to get a piece of this pie we don't share
Prepare for the worst cuz i been there
Try tah, keep a positive mind and walk a straight line don't work
So niggaz is forced to do dirt
And god made ....
So this jerk wouldn't hurt
If i listen to the lessons and the rules i learnt
On the streets for nineteenth years
And not leaving
My first priority is to reach twenty one breathing
Forever beef
Nobody would ever be even
So i grab the heat before breathing
Lost in this foul mind state
I can't keep straight thinking
But i keep my eyes on the earth without blinking
It's hard to be a man in this land of the venom
Any man try to front
He get slugs in him
Because..

(chorus / prodigy):

He ain't a crook son..son, he just shook one..shook one...

We live the life that of diamonds and guns
And numerous ways that we choose to earn funds..earn funds...
Some niggaz get shot, locked down and turned nuns
Cowardly hearts send straight up shook ones..shook ones...
He ain't a crook son, he just a shook one..shook one...


(havoc):

For every rhyme i write
Is 25 to life
To all my peoples in the bridge
Know what i'm talking 'bout, right
Ain't no time for hesitation
That only leads to incarceration
You don't know me, there's no relation
Cuz queens niggas don't play
I don't got time for the he say, she say
I'm bigga than dat
Claiming that you packing gats
But you scared to get locked
Once you get upon the island
Change your ways and stop
Thirteen years in the projects, my hard times of living
Wake up in the morning
Thank god i'm still living
Sometimes i wonder, do i deserve to live?
Or i am going to hell for all the shit i did
No time to dwell on that
Cuz my brain reacts
Front if you want nigga
Lay on ya back
I don't fake jax
Kid, you know i bring it to ya live
Stay in a child's place, kid you outta line
Criminal mind thirsty for recognition mission
I'm strictly sipping e&j like got my mind flipping
I'm buggin diggin ..... over hustling
Get that loot kid
You know my motherfucking function
Cause as long as i'm alive
I'ma live illegal
And once i get it
I'ma put it on my people
React quick to lyrics
Like macs i hit...
Your dome up
When i roll up, don't get caught sleepin'
'cause i'm creepin' ...

...you just a shook one

(chorus / prodigy):

We live the life that of diamonds and guns
And numerous ways that we choose to earn funds
Some niggaz get shot, locked down and turned nuns
Cowardly hearts send straight up shook ones..shook ones...
He ain't a crook son, he just a shook one..shook one...

We live the life that of diamonds and guns
And numerous ways that we choose to earn funds
Some niggaz get shot, locked down and turned nuns
Cowardly hearts send straight up shook ones..shook ones...
He ain't a crook son..crook son, he just a shook one..shook one...

Yeah...

[havoc]
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Stainless steel gats
Never rust big till bust you could touch
Blessed wit the real side of life
Just enough
You couldn't fight me wit your strongest mic
Layed down niggas eyes visualize bad reception
Maced your interference souped your upperbody section
I travel like a 2-2 bullet
Throughout your body, repped to the fullest
Queensbridge representin,
Representin the hollow tip crew
Blue slips, seen ships, you talk shit i follow through
Once the kite is sent
I might get bent, but still planted
No second thoughts, cuz my conscience is demandin
For the bloodshed(bloodshed) i leave that mug red(mug red)
I'm like cancer cant catch me cuz i done spread(done spread)
Gone now dead, enough said from the scene i fled
Wit the paranoid thoughts runnin round my head
It's like that war, project niggas strike back it's on
What the fuck you sick i'll be right back
Wit the gat and temper end your motherfuckin era
Your shortie set you up you betta dead-her
Hunger for the cheddar big ends and better
Armeretto sours alcohol consumption
Why you runnin we thumpin
Do to the fact the infamous is bumpin
Ice real son you frontin

Chorus <repeat*4>
It's like that war, project niggas strike back it's on
What the fuck you sick, i'll be right back

Prodigy
Right back to the fact that
Here take that, right back at you
Were goin at to
Already ran through
Wasn't hard to capture, what is it that your goin after
The fourty-fifth will make your clothes damper
Put in the hamper
The fabulous infamous is movin stainless
Crime-tainin, to all my niggas hold your bangin
Live in action, if you weere dapped then relax then
What the fuck you said? i be right back real maxin
Blastin, terrin up your fila fashion
Give him what he askin feelin aint know what happened
Back at the cabin, be at the round table plannin
Spread team across plannin, expansion
Slap a nigga opened handly style something foul
For tryin to slow down, my cash pile a hundred mile
I can recall the days, juvenile crime pays
14 years old, shorty from round way
Brick ass cold, still puffin night to day
But why did my life have to be this way
I rock velour suits, flavors like mixed fruits
My loot give recoup razors in my suit
Incase you try to troop me to the island
I known for start whylin
Back in new york, my shortie's got the cash pilin
Peep this on some knowns and teef shit
So much drama, who the fuck knows who we got beef wit
Lift you up off your feet like ski lift
For packin big fifth
Niggas who riff but nigga you riff
Then im on the next life gettin bent in the clouds
On my way down souh for international crowds

Chorus

* (bonus track on cd-rom)

(chorus / havoc):
Cause in the long run we could be on son
It's on son
Extra cash just for more guns

Cause in the long run we could be on son
It's on son
Extra cash just for more guns

Let's start the warfare....

(ty nitty):
Yo ty nitty, airforce one's call up my duns
Got more niggas seeds on sesame buns
Caught a body on the run
You don't want none, lump some
Exort niggas for they lump sum no doubt
Proceed,where that weed indeed
Havoc laced the track razor sharp, you bleed

(havoc):
My whole mission, like a platoon take position
Ain't goin in if my clique can't get in
That's word to mines have you stressed like jail time
Get that loot up, no doubt i bail mines
Easy access
Shorty straight up hit the mattress
Have you role playin just like a actress
My tactics leavin niggas stuck doin back flips
I black out
Take it to the gats
Fuck this rap shit
Let my niggas shine
Rate my rhymes like a dime

Swollen bullet wounds, head ass niggas

(prodigy):
Yo,
Who's the one to be made into example
Nigga you pop shit wit the wrong guys this time
What! (gunshots)
My mobb'll get on top ya, topple ya
Like a fall guy you fell down clown
Heard some four pound sound my '86 style now (gunshot)
Ten years later still hold a firm ground
Nigga p thugly
Enter the ring wit something for anyone who wanna play gun
What up g?
I'll clap you stop in your tracks, how about that?
Now analyze these cats wit live nigga rap
You seen strapped, came outside all hype wit gats
Got juiced up, now bishop think he thuggin it black pimp
Let's rap a taste
You get your little head pinched off
Brooklyn touched you, then left you for queens to finish off
Fuck a ----- keith murray and his whole clique
Yea, you snuffed me in front of the cops, that bullshit
Told you come around the corner, no police and no witnesses
Little to your knowledge
You almost got shot but that's aiight though
I'm a catch ya ass again
You fuckin immigrant ------ for two cent
My mobb runnin shit you fuckin carlton ave coward
The forecast call for gray skies and gun showers

(chorus / havoc):
Cause in the long run we could be on son
It's on son
Extra cash just for more guns

Cause in the long run we could be on son
It's on son
Extra cash just for more guns