the rise and fall

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, samples], this was the rise and fall of my fast lane style, i was the main event on the tv for a while, this was the rise and fall of my fast lane style, 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, samples], 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, samples]