Hand That Rocks The Cradle

It's funny how the trades are Errbody wants to be a king We have the whole city full of bosses But we all know taking over, the one One leader all the rest y'all follow Follow me cradle trust me I am the one Call me a boss of all bosses I got a flawless record of thirty wins, no draws and no losses I talk reckless, what Move cautious with no respect for the rules, the dudes lawless Gets deep with BS on the streets 'Cause from Harlem to Hollywood I got the game on the leash You with my Bloodline beasts, always ready for whatever We gon' hawk this dog together, six or Beretta Tour is glock, hecno and dutch A few tools used just to get to the top Can't stop, won't stop 'til I'm left in the box to count We still bossy but pine is fine I'm a Jack of all trades, what moves to be made (yea) Back in the eighth for crackin' the safe From the block to the cage From the label to the stage I'ma grind 'til I shine, cradle 2 the grave it's on Can't touch me (it's on) Can't stop me (it's on) Won't budge me (it's on) Can't block me (it's on) The hood loves me (it's on) Can't knock me It's simply put I'm just ahead of my time It's on Can't touch me (it's on) Can't stop me (it's on) Won't budge me (it's on) Can't block me (it's on) The hood love me (it's on) Can't knock me It must the hand that rocks the cradle is mine Now, drug money is a thug's money (uhn uhn) Ice money is set for life money (you know) Share money is the fair money, (fa sho) You scared money, don't make money, nigga common I'm back in the game, back on the grind I'm back with my back to the wall, slightly back to two nines Back with the mask on my face, back to packin' two nines I'm back on the block, back to movin' twenties and dimes Bottom line, I'm back, the city is mines Stop me how, I'm coming with the lot and the lines Have grease stinking out where you live Cats trailing your kids, it ended up with me abductin' your wares Harry Rob once told me "strike fast and forceful 'Cause if you give him any time to think he'll cross you" You either on my side or in my way If in my way okay Can't touch me (it's on) Can't stop me (it's on) Won't budge me (it's on) Can't block me (it's on) The hood loves me (it's on) Can't knock me It's simply put I'm just ahead of my time It's on Can't touch me (it's on) Can't stop me (it's on) Won't budge me (it's on) Can't block me (it's on) The hood love me (it's on) Can't knock me It must the hand that rocks the cradle is mine ????? pack my arm, it's a dom You let a nigga get at em' Nigga for not one of the most hunted like Bin Laden 'Cause I don't talk, I spit, don't walk, I strike And I'ma stand up nigga, stand sit for what (what) To discuss with the tough that enough is enough And it's on 'cause I'm callin' your bluff And your dudes in the streets that refuse to be beef Better move when I reach and get moved with the heat Please, don't make the nigga have to do it to you I launch missiles that ravage ya soft tissue I salvage with many issues My marriage is to my pistols Automatic or revolver But trust me I'm gon get you if I have to Prove to you cowards I never follow you cowards I murder all of you cowards Your streets are my streets That's how it's designed 'Cause the hand that rocks the cradle is mine You know (yea) Can't touch me (it's on) Can't stop me (it's on) Won't budge me (it's on) Can't block me (it's on) The hood loves me (it's on) Can't knock me It's simply put I'm just ahead of my time It's on Can't touch me (it's on) Can't stop me (it's on) Won't budge me (it's on) Can't block me (it's on) The hood love me (it's on) Can't knock me It must the hand that rocks the cradle is mine Can't touch me (it's on) Can't stop me (it's on) Won't budge me (it's on) Can't block me (it's on) The hood loves me (it's on) Can't knock me It's simply put I'm just ahead of my time It's on Can't touch me (it's on) Can't stop me (it's on) Won't budge me (it's on) Can't block me (it's on) The hood love me (it's on) Can't knock me It must the hand that rocks the cradle is mine