[Rapper Big Pooh:]
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Cold as the cold in the wintertime
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Slow rhyme when I rhyme, no beginner I'm
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City walk when they sin tryna make a dime
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They don't ask for too much, just a lil' shine
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Lil' time on the grind tryin get that gwap
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Wah'n't worth eight years for your first time pop
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Now you back rehabilitated, punchin the clock
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Old neighborhood witnessin your man and 'nem drop
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Got the drop on that nigga said he runnin the block
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Graduated from the greens to servin up rock
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So you plot and you think and you sin on the plan
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on some scheme-ass shit but, that's your man
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I'm sayin, you tryna push reasons to the front
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and put a block on that other shit you want
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But the streets keep callin ya name
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An 9-to-5 slave to the rhythm ain't bringin you fame
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So it's back to the game, round up a lil' gang
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Set it up to stick ya manye but he stick you first
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Goodbye!
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[Chorus:]
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I seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall (seen 'em fall)
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Seen 'em come, seen 'em go, seen 'em all (seen 'em all)
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Seen stars wit dey name on the wall
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til the money get tight and the limelight's gone (light's gone)
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[Rapper Big Pooh:]
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3 A.M. in the backseat leanin'
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Thinkin 'bout all the things I've seen, man
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[Phonte:]
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Remember (-member), befo niggaz was on the bandwagon...
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I fell asleep til the sound of hand cannons
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Leavin holes in souls the size of Grand Canyons
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Late nights [?] streets with my man Brandon
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Fast forward, twelve years now we grandstandin
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Because I'm main-taining, wit'out man-tanin
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and it made me an ani-mal
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But I need another quota book for the catalog
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I could dumb down and rap for bitches and alcohol
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But I'm too loud, and too proud to tap-dance for these crackers, dawg
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So, won't be no Gregory Hine-it
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When Tay get hostle, he in the gospel like he in the Winans
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and right now, he in there finding
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a new platform for the rhymes that I arranged
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A new ideas for the lines that I exchanged
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cause I can't be, a laughingstock homie, that'll be a crying shame
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All I need is six bars and an intro
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Cause I relate to these beats like it was kinfolks
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And the flow's so fresh like Mentos
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and this is all real talk, that's for your info
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Cause that's where I been, yo, ho!
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[Chorus:]
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I seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall (seen 'em fall)
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Seen 'em come, seen 'em go, seen 'em all (seen 'em all)
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Seen stars wit dey name on the wall
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til the money get tight and the limelight's gone (light's gone)
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[Phonte:]
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Uh, 3 A.M. in the backseat leanin'
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Thinkin 'bout all the things I've seen, man
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[AZ:]
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Grindin, time limb
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muh'fucker back up, stepped-up muh'fucker
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So quiet, I coulda crept on a sucker (ahhh!)
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From behind and blew the breath out the busta (poooow!)
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But instead, held my head like a hustl-er
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Pumped-up and get the sound of the muffler
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Heard him clown bout his pounds bein fluffier
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Tellin niggaz outta town they be luckier
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and get sad when the hood had enough of ya
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Broke niggaz buck at cha, poke you in ya jugga-ler
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But when you high, you feel niggaz can't fuck wit ya
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I'm surprised some niggaz still had customers
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[?] my eyes and inhaled my smoke
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Tryna decide, should I let him slide - but nope!
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He broke ties when he spoke his lies
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Tell his pi's that he hope I die, so my reply is
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to "Keep it real, I hope you could fly"
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Cause I'ma send him to them open skies
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(Gah! Gah! Rrraaah! Rrraaah!)
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[Chorus:]
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I seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall (seen 'em fall)
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Seen 'em come, seen 'em go, seen 'em all (seen 'em all)
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Seen stars wit dey name on the wall
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til the money get tight and the limelight's gone (light's gone)
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[AZ:]
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3 A.M. in the backseat leanin'
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Thinkin 'bout all the things I've seen, man
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I seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall (seen 'em fall)
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Seen 'em come, seen 'em go, seen 'em all (seen 'em all)
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Seen stars wit dey name on the wall
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til the money get tight and the limelight's gone (light's gone)
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Rise & Fall
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AZ |