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NAS - The Rise And Fall lyrics

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Uh, yeah turn it up, check it out

The transition from a young fool

Broke, still on his neck, he hung jewels

Live his life in the ghetto where guns rule

It was cool wasn't mad, I had to take out cabs

Made my first LP afford an h-class, my face gassed '94

Sold out in every record store

Local hood rats who wouldn't speak

Now I'm who they're checking for

Showing crazy love ran up on stage with 80 thugs

After the shows, my niggas robbed the bar and wrecked the clubs

Happy, no hating, more henny, more blunts circulating

My single in rotation on every radio station

Eyes popped when I drove my first ride on the block

Summertime, block parties, cookouts, I spend my knot

Truly niggas was fighting over who was closely to me

Happy with the new representative of QB

To hit the top first you have to gotta fall before you make it

With for 4 minutes of your time, watch me demonstrate it

This was the rise and fall of my fast lane style

(From Nasty to Nas to Nas Escobar)

(Mega popular center of attraction)

I was the main event on the TV for a while

This was the rise and fall of my fast lane style

(From Nasty to Nas to Nas Escobar)

(Mega popular center of attraction)

I was the main event on the TV for a while

Came alize in the winter some of us rise to great adventure

I've brung New York back to real rap Venice

New crib, diamond rings, killers on my team

Infinites for my girl for giving birth to my queen

3G's worth of chronic and weed, promoters were mad

I stopped doing shows to spend time in the street

Loot the crime, eventually sold my shine

Repo looking for my Lex, back then I wasn't buying

You can guess niggas started saying "With all the success

Why is your mom still in the project? " I answered them best

Fuck out my face, pistol on my car four clip

I read about Pablo Escobar and got on some shit

So called mans supplied my chips, I was fronting

Niggas thought I was risk and got mad 'cause they was pumping

My assumption, niggas want me pumped in the casket

Kept the gun the same three/fifth that a nigga got bagged with

Caught a case now, I'm home staring off into space

Flashbacks of all the jewelry, cars, crossing my face

Rappers I met, hoes in video cassette

No management, no more good life and no respect

Hearing crowds roar, crystal pouring mixed drinks

Haunted by the thoughts; the second year album sophomore jinx

Where did I fell? Death threats, woke up in cold sweats

Thinking about all these murders that know where I rest

From hanging with crazy cliques that's known to take shit

Bracelets, and all that beef now I'm involved, was paperless

My cars were auctioned off, now I catch rides with kidnap niggas

Who snatched babies off 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 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 change the game again

Wrote down all the pain within, top of the charts

Triple platinum, got the fake love back, money stacks, more plaques

Have you seen 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

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