Cradle To The Grave Freestyle lyrics

{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 that
From the womb to my tomb I`ll be on it like that
From my cradle to my grave I`ll be on that same shit
No bitch can change my ways, I show no care
No thug can shake my frame, I show no fear
Be a cold day in hell once I arrive there
I 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 up
So while I`m still alive and kickin
I`ma run through this planet like I own this shit here
Fuck up out my way `fore you get yourself fitted
And sized up like tailored for bullets that fit in
the meat on your bones like knives on Thanksgiving
You bird-ass nigga, I`m a mobster, you a pigeon
Make no mistake, there`s a difference between us
So when you see my face, turn your head like a slut
Word up, we body niggaz for reckless eyeballin
Niggaz signin record deals and think they ballin
My niggaz make joint ventures and own they mansions
You prostitute-ass nigga, hoe faggot, you a RAPPER
{*DAMN!*}

[Outro]
Okay okay okay, H-A-V-O-C
That nigga P, no doubt that`s that gangsta shit son, y`know? {*gunshot*}

All the time baby
We gon` continue to do this shit like this here
Man y`knowImean? For y`all peoples {*cocked*}
Cause we know y`all wants this {*gunshot*} shit like this
Y`knahmsayin? Straight like that

{Shoutout.. Violator.. Chris Lighty!}
{Can`t forget.. Mike Lighty.. John Lighty.. HA HA!} {*gunshot*}
{Non-stop}

-ac