Lyrics:
on Virtua Fighter 2
See me son, I'm the one sportin' Dolce and Gabbana
Peelin' this bastard's wig back like cradle cap
You ain't no cap peela for rilla
preachers easily finesse the
Premature in faith
Lies going over babes heads yeah
That's cradle cap
Leaders disabling the saints got em
Laying back,
nigga set the trap
Nigga lie so much he got a cradle cap
He got a fade in the front but he bald in the back
Look
Y'all niggas better learn to rap
Cat in
Scratched back
Condoms popped
Made a mother when I tapped that
Counted five of em
Life fountain where I smash at
Keep playing with mine til
I bring a cradle
peeled my cap, and put me in my grave
From the cradle to the grave (from the cradle)
Life ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto (life ain't never
the excavator
Have you ever heard about me needing a favor Take her to my city this Atlanta, baby
Feelin' like a baby, got it from the cradle I will never cap
I was reared to wield a rifle
at first loaded with caps
Hands fated to cradle power,
head fit for a cowboy hat
Her mother made her trade blue jeans
From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
June 16th, 1971 mama gave birth
earth is the cradle of humanity
But you cannot stay in the cradle forever
It is time to go forth become a star faring civilization
Be out there among
I been popping since a day old
Everyday another Peso
Hit a nigga with the KO
I'm going back to my ways ho
From the grave to the cradle
People gon say
Ooh ay boutta take the cap off
Feel like Jimmy Neutron cause I'm about to blast off
Go in the street walk around in the trap hall
Then he go home
of mantis
You won't see me down
Recluse
Barely see me around
Fatal blow
Wind blows cradle
Riding storm
No saddle
Are you man or cattle
Neither astrological
games ion look like a gamestop(nah)
Feelin so lucky I hit with a bankshot(bow)
Certified hit imma wait when the beat drop(beat box)
Knock his cap off
prepared
For the Outlawz, here we come
They call me Hussein Fatal, it's a two game table
I'm robbin' ya n****s cradle wit a knife in your navel
call me Hussein Fatal, it's a two game table
I'm robbin' ya niggas' cradle with a knife in your navel
Rap-related, criminally activated and evil
I
In a room so lonely and cheerless
Sits a woman all alone
By her a cradle stands empty
And Dorrit, she sobs and she moans.
My husband, he no longer
the time, you wanna test mine?
Don't cry, I die before they play me
From the cradle to the grave, bury me G
Straight thug kickin' it with the homies in
timelines
Imprisoned in my mind
Take it to the page til my prints have been finalized
Cradle to the grave for my principles I fight
Encrypting my thoughts
don't even wear them shits
I'll fuck them Nikes 'cause of Kaepernick
No cap (cap)
Got the team on my back like I'm in a throwback (cap)
Put numbers
Any given day you can get
This cannon like mariah
Yea I rock your cradle drop
You like your label
Got some firearms come illegal like my cable
Try me
the cradle
Me & Scar touch’ minds
Everytime we lay low (x2)
Fuck you talking bout ?
Fuck I look Like ?
Ain Never Gotta Cap Shit
Im From Cook County
the feens, but you ain't gettin' this bread back (Yeah)
Yall never been on shit (Nah)
Yall just be too cap (Yeah)
Bitch you a baby go cop you a cradle
Don't
Ever since my cradle date, or my prenatal state
I was blessed with the gift to disable hate
With fatal takes on the mic is makin' my halo break
that rocks the cradle
Just like Hova, but I ain't trying to 'roc' the label
I'm a soldier, I stay on job, me, eye a coka
Honey's wanna fuck
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