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Rise And Fall
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Verse 1
The transition from a young fool broke, still on his neck he hung jewells lived his life in the ghetto where guns rule it was cool, wasn't mad I had to take cabs made my first LP, affording H class, my face gassed '94, sold out in every record store local hoodrats who wouldn't speak...now I'm who they checkin' for showing crazy love, ran up on stage with eighty thugs after the shows, my niggaz robbed the bar and wrecked the clubs happy, no hatin' more henny, more blunts circulating my single in rotation on every radio station eyes popped when I drove my first ride on the block summer time block parties, cookouts, I spent my knot truely, niggaz was fighting over who was closest to me happy with the new representative of QB to hit the top- first you've gotta fall before you make it with four minutes of your time watch me demonstrate it
Hook: Slick Rick sample- 'This was the rise and fall of my fast life style' cuts to Nas samples- 'From nasty to Nas to Nas to Escobar...Mega popular, center of attraction' cuts back to Slick Rick sample- 'I was the main event on the tv for a while.'
Repeates once
Verse 2:
Cayman Islands in the winter summer bus rides to Great Adventure I brought New York back to real rap inventors new crib, diamond rings, killers on my team Infinites for my girl for giving birth to my queen three g's worth of chronic a week, promoters was mad, I stopped doing shows to spent my time on the street loot declined, eventually sold in my shine repo looking for my lex, back then I wasn't buying you can guess niggas started saying with all the success why your mom still in the projects? I answered them vexed 'fuck out my face', pistol in my car, full clip I read about Pablo Escobar and got on some shit 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 so called man supplied all my chips I was frontin' niggas thought I was rich and got mad cause they was pumpin' my assumption- niggas want me pumped in the casket kept a gun-the same three fifth a nigga got bagged with
Hook (repeats once)
Verse 3:
Caught a case now I'm home staring off into space flashbacks of all the jewelries, cars crossin' my face rappers I met hoes on video cassette, no management, no more good life and no respect hearing crowds roar, cristal pourin, mixed drinks haunted by the thoughts of second album sophmore jinx where did I fail? death threats, woke up in cold sweats thinking about all these murderers that know where I rest from hanging with crazy clicks that's known to take shit, bracelets in all they beef now I'm involved, was paperless my cars were auctioned off, now I catch rides with kidnap niggas who snatch babies up to get back figures lessons from heaven, every night I slept with my weapon to guard my family, for a minute, I forgot my profession not from Columbia or Nicaragua don't distribute coke from Antigua that's shipped out to Panama Pablo Escobar's bloody reign came to an end far from my life-a kid who made his fame from a pen hit the studio and changed the game again wrote down all the pain within, top of the charts- triple platinum got the fake love back, money stacks, more plaques had to see who I was just to know where I was at saw both sides of the game-all the ups and downs this goes out to the future rap kings coming up now
Hook (repeats once)
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