From da Cradle to da Grave
Kareem, Muska and Stevie get up out the ghetto
From the cradle to the grave, I’m glad to say
I made it this far.
Many G’s died hard
and all they got was their name here up on a wall.
It’s sad thinkin’ about the times
Life goes on, I’m steady lost in this land…
as the warzone I got no home
don’t have no friends neither.
It’s just me by my lonely so I married my nina.
I keeps her wherever I go,
I love my ho.