Big Syke - Cradle 2 The Grave ('Tru Gee 79' Remix) lyrics

[Intro] Damn. True G. Don't fall asleep n***a, Everybody dies n***a everybody dies, We all gotta go n***a we all gotta go, Go to sleep n***a, Go to sleep, Close your motherf**ing eyes, We all gotta die, f** Em All X2, Westside M.O.B [Verse 1 : 2Pac] First to bomb, Quick to unload Expose my foes for being b**hes Keeping n***as suspicious 2 Glocks is filled with ammo My army fatigues is ready for battle Lyrical commando, (Let get it on) Tell me n***a how much can you handle? Banging on wax I turn the track into a roman candle Booom! My intention specifically Thugged out no sympathy Pictures of closed caskets Soon as Daz get with me (I am first to bomb) First is the calm then the panic Soon as my n***as break We earthquake the whole planet Adversaries can't understand it The way my n***as strategize Don't anybody die unless we planted it Live long committed, I write songs and then spit it No matter how hard motherf**ers try They can't get it It's west coast Westide, Outlawz till we die, Thug life motherf**ers on the first ride and we are the first to bomb [Hook: Big Syke] I got nothing to lose, paying dues n***a you wanna die? I get high, Then my mission is a walk-by You'd better jet when i hit your set Cause i am coming, Start running Yelling Evil-Mind as i am gunning One in the chamber For the anger that i build inside For the mothers that cried The beginning is an ending Am i just a slave So i got be brave From the cradle to the grave [Verse 3 : Eminem] I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see So many mothaf**in' people, who feel like me Who share the same views and the same exact beliefs It's like a f**ing army marching in back of me So many lives I touched, so much anger aimed In no particular direction, just sprays and sprays And straight through your radio waves, it plays and plays 'til it stays stuck in your head, for days and days Who would've thought, standing in this mirror bleaching my hair With some peroxide, reaching for a t-shirt to wear That I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this? How could I predict my words would have an impact like this I must've struck a chord with somebody up in the office Cause Congress keep telling me, I ain't causing nothing but problems And now they're saying I'm in trouble with the government, I'm loving it I shoveled sh** all my life, and now I'm dumping it [Hook] [Verse 3 : 2Pac] Tell me baby what's your frequency You see I'm making proposals Full of verbal indecency when ya meeting me Flash light i am buzzed What's right like d**, got 3 strikes You got cause last night for thugs Holding my position My competition is never ready Ripped by a machete My alias is Makaveli So what they tell me through the grapevine n***as ain't ready to see me paid They rather take mine Retaliation takes time Creating rhymes that so ferocious that the ba** line Went for my vocals Every time a n***a says it rhyme Spending and busting you thought it up But you wasn't prepared n***as is scared, I am eternally thugging Like Kamikazes on a suicide mission I am spitting multiple gunshots Burning turning rappers to victims I kick em all day [Hook : Big Syke] (Gunshot sound)