Uh, yeah turn it up, check it out
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[Nas:]
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The transition from a young fool
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Broke, still on his neck, he hung jewels
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Live his life in the ghetto where guns rule
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It was cool wasn't mad, I had to take out cabs
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Made my first LP afford an h-class, my face gassed '94
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Sold out in every record store
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Local hood rats who wouldn't speak
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Now I'm who they're checking for
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Showing crazy love ran up on stage with 80 thugs
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After the shows, my niggas robbed the bar and wrecked the clubs
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Happy, no hating, more henny, more blunts circulating
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My single in rotation on every radio station
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Eyes popped when I drove my first ride on the block
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Summertime, block parties, cookouts, I spend my knot
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Truly niggas was fighting over who was closely to me
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Happy with the new representative of QB
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To hit the top first you have to gotta fall before you make it
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With for 4 minutes of your time, watch me demonstrate it
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[Chorus: Slick Rick & (Nas) Samples]
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This was the rise and fall of my fast lane style
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(From Nasty to Nas to Nas Escobar)
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(Mega popular center of attraction)
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I was the main event on the TV for a while
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This was the rise and fall of my fast lane style
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(From Nasty to Nas to Nas Escobar)
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(Mega popular center of attraction)
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I was the main event on the TV for a while
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[Nas:]
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Came alize in the winter some of us rise to great adventure
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I've brung New York back to real rap Venice
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New crib, diamond rings, killers on my team
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Infinites for my girl for giving birth to my queen
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3G's worth of chronic and weed, promoters were mad
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I stopped doing shows to spend time in the street
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Loot the crime, eventually sold my shine
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Repo looking for my Lex, back then I wasn't buying
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You can guess niggas started saying "With all the success
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Why is your mom still in the project? " I answered them best
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Fuck out my face, pistol on my car four clip
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I read about Pablo Escobar and got on some shit
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So called mans supplied my chips, I was fronting
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Niggas thought I was risk and got mad 'cause they was pumping
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My assumption, niggas want me pumped in the casket
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Kept the gun the same three/fifth that a nigga got bagged with
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[Chorus: Slick Rick & (Nas) Samples]
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[Nas:]
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Caught a case now, I'm home staring off into space
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Flashbacks of all the jewelry, cars, crossing my face
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Rappers I met, hoes in video cassette
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No management, no more good life and no respect
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Hearing crowds roar, crystal pouring mixed drinks
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Haunted by the thoughts; the second year album sophomore jinx
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Where did I fell? Death threats, woke up in cold sweats
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Thinking about all these murders that know where I rest
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From hanging with crazy cliques that's known to take shit
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Bracelets, and all that beef now I'm involved, was paperless
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My cars were auctioned off, now I catch rides with kidnap niggas
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Who snatched babies off to get back figures, Lessons from heaven
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Every night I slept with my weapon to guard my family for a minute
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I forgot my profession, not from Columbia or Nicaragua
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Don't distribute coke from Antigua, that shipped out to Panama
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Pablo Escobar's bloody reign came to an end
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Far from my life; a kid who made his fame from a pen
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Hit the studio and change the game again
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Wrote down all the pain within, top of the charts
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Triple platinum, got the fake love back, money stacks, more plaques
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Have you seen who I was? Just to know where I was at
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Saw both sides of the game, all the ups and downs
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This goes out to the future rap kings coming up now
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[Chorus: Slick Rick & (Nas) Samples]
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The Rise And Fall
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