TLC

TLC - Cradle Rock lyrics

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Method Man & Left Eye

(appears on Method Man's album "Tical 2:Judgement Day")



 



All the children comin' into the light....

There will be....



Chorus:

Rock-a-bye baby 

From the rooftop

When the guns blow

Your cradle gets rocked

When the earth quakes 

And the sky start to fall

Down will come emcees

Fake shit and all



Rooftoppin' be the shell shot

The bomb drops

Aftershock blow your mother clock

To smitherines

Time stops

Flying guillotine

Comin' for your fly

What you mean you spilled the beans, huh?

Blacked out and thought I seen 'Pac

Laced a big glock

What's a bird to a brother with a flock what

They got some nerve

They even try share the turf

On John J

Flap a nigga gay

With the word play

Hot neck shoot you with a gift

It's your birthday 

God hatin' ugly in the worst way

Fuck 'em like the earth say

From first day 

I surveyed the hassle

Death knockin' at your door

In the big apple

Meth rotton to the core

Shackled in the sound castle

The dungeon with vermin

In the form of emcees 

Determined to step foot on God's soil

Not knowin' that these egg-heads

Come hard boiled

And heavy handed

The aliens have just landed

Any any way

Overthrow these niggas planet

Independence day

Felons get split melons

Homicide

Bug nigga's get the bug repellant

Insecticide

Johnny 5 take it worldwide

As long as I pledge allegiance 

To the dark side

I never die

Who you know with a flow like this

Bring 'em in

What clan you know blow like this

Bring 'em in

Take dat nigga



There will be....



The sound of gun bursts

Put the foul in the turf

(Foul in the turf)

You can't think planet from the my control theory

(My control theory)

Murder in the first bring 'em back down to earth

(Back down to earth)

Ya'll niggas don't hear me prepare for the worst

(Prepare for the worst)



Times gon' change

Nuttin' will remain the same

Million dollar broke niggas

Still fucked up in the game

Make me wanna choke niggas

Shittin' on my name

Tuck ya chain when I approach

Nigga go against the grain now

Can you stand the rain now

Die hard fan 

Call me John John Mcclain now

Snake verse the crane style

Death to the enemy

Wu brother number one

The centipede

Troublesome

Send 'em all to Kingdom Come

Sun still shine one

Time for your crooked mind

Drunk off of cheap wine

Son I'm in the street crime

Every word every line

Got juice very fine

Turn me loose on man kind

Detonate the land mine

Funk gets my go now

I'll never sell, never sold

Live by the code now

Never tell, never told

Darts I throw

Like Clyde with the finger roll

Clutch shots and whatnot

This is where the buck stops

Still can't eat

And y'all still can't sleep

I elect myself as presidential emcee

Wu Tang Killa Bee

The bee hive facility

In love with the blunt smoke 

Even though it's killin' me

Bad vibes fillin' me with 

Thoughts of conspiracy

Whitewater scandals

With Bill Clinton 'n Hillary

Too hot to handle

Too well put together to dismantle

Fucker

You heard

Fucker...



There will be....



Excuse me as I kiss the sky 

Catch me when I fall son 

I'm too young to die

Me and Lefty

That be the Eye

Come touch me

If you don't know me

You'll never know me

Booster brady



En espanol

Me legs shocks on you

Man if you test me....

Fire upon your head

I say fire upon your chest

Man if you test I say 

You feel exempt

Anybody want to contest me

As you reach for me

Check

Cocky.....

Check

Smarty boy contest me

Have to reach for me....



Chorus



A-yo

I got three-hundred and sixty

Degrees of self 

That's mind, body, and spirit

120 degrees of peace

We gon' break it down into simple terms

That's 9 nigga 9

Highest level of change

Too many niggas sittin' on they ass

Waitin' for shit to just happen

Shit don't just happen

Don't fuck around and miss the boat

If you take away the negative

Make room for the positive 

That's addin' and subtractin'

On the real

Niggas better learn they math

Cuz if my calculations serve me correct

I'm gonna fuck around and have all this shit

I'm on yo ass nigga

I'm on yo ass...
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