Lyrics:
Madison avenue choked by dust
Don't wanna be there but I know I must
Overwhelming hunger descended on me
Stretches from the cradle to the factory
A minute
don’t stray
Hey, hey, hey-hey
Born of blood that I cannot explain
Story of a line I can’t relay
Falling from the cradle to the grave
Eh, eh, eh-eh, eh
afford
Hands holding hands in the circle of the sinners and the saints
Memories that linger from the cradle, placing puzzles in the grave,
In
afford
Hands holding hands in the circle of the sinners and the saints
Memories that linger from the cradle, placing puzzles in the grave,
In
afford
Hands holding hands in the circle
of the sinners and the saved
memories that linger from the cradle
placing puzzles in the grave
in the grave
and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the Middle East
We
don't care
(I don't care)
Everyone's so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradles to the grave
Forever and forever more
Digging deep and always deeper
You're the grave and you're the reaper
Pervert mind, without no light
Performing art in total
be great
And it's been this way from the cradle to the grave
So get paid
My niggaz do this every fuckin' day
We parlay
Through politics
to go all the way
Chorus: Layzie & Krayzie
[All the way]
And we gone make it to the top on this face
From the cradle to the grave
[All the way, all
afford
Hands holding hands in the circle of the sinners and the saints
Memories that linger from the cradle, placing puzzles in the grave,
In
Atlanta playboy
Don't got much to say, boy
Cradle to the grave, and it's been like that since a slave, boy
It ain't shit to pull up, pick the fucking
There's no time to kill between the cradle and the grave
Father Time still takes a toll on every minute that you save
Legal tender's never gonna
young and cradle cake, no drop of milk now
Would I take
Me father up, then had his spake, "Give the child a jar
Of porter"
Sing toora loora loora
half steppin' here, from the cradle to the grave
I'm a muhfuckin' fool, but I choose to get paid
Now my pockets gettin' empty, and I'm panicked in
Missouri forget about your kin
Matilda it's too bad your baby's gone
But he's rested in his cradle by the river
Neath a simple grave of stone
Matilda
young and cradle cake, no drop of milk now would I take
Me father up, then had his spake, "Give the child a jar of porter"
Sing toora loora loora la,
half steppin' here, from the cradle to the grave
I'm a muhfuckin' fool, but I choose to get paid
Now my pockets gettin' empty, and I'm panicked in
as if to say
Life just goes on.
The old familiar story told in different ways,
Make the most of your own journey from the cradle to the grave;
Dream
with your life
I got no mercy for your fuck ups or the way that you behave (on blood)
And represent that from the cradle to the grave
Oh my partner he
Called by nature, mind raised in Asia
Since you was tricked, I had to raise ya
From the cradle to the grave
But remember, you're not a slave
'Cause we
Sumerian secrets, we’ll carry on your legacy
Cradle to the grave
Tales from the Nile flooding the Saint Lawrence
No more denial, no more suffering in
the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the Middle East
We are the stories and disciples of
The Jesus of Suburbia
ever been
I'm riding that way from cradle to grave
I'm learning to feel my hands on the wheel
I love my friends, I love my wife
Four little
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