[Intro]
Uh, yeah turn it up, check it out
[Verse 1]
The transition from a young fool
Broke, still on his neck, he hung j**els
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 afforded H-Cla**, my face ga**ed
'94, Sold out in every record store
Local hood rats who wouldn't speak
Now I'm who they're checking for
Shown crazy love, ran up on stage with 80 thugs
After the shows, my n***as 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, n***as 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
[Hook Slick Rick & Nas]
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
[Verse 2]
Cayman Islands in the winter, summer bus rides to Great Adventure
I've brung New York back to real rap inventors
New crib, diamond rings, k**ers on my team
Infinitis for my girl for giving birth to my queen
3 g's worth of chronic a week, promoters were mad
I stopped doing shows to spend time in the street
Loot declined, eventually so did my shine
Repo looking for my Lex, back then I wasn't buying
You can guess n***as started saying, with all the success
"Why is your mom still in the projects?" I answered them vexed
f** out my face, pistol in my car, full clip
I read about Pablo Escobar and got on some sh**
So called mans would plot on my chips, I was fronting
n***as thought I was rich and got mad cause they was pumpin'
My a**umption, n***as want me pumped in the casket
Kept the gun the same three-fifth a n***a got bagged with
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Caught a case now, I'm home staring off into space
Flashbacks of all the j**elry, cars, crossing my face
Rappers I met, hoes on video ca**ette
No management, no more good life and no respect
Hearing crowds roar, crystal pouring mixed drinks
Haunted by the thoughts of second album soph*more jinx
Where did I fail? d**h 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 sh**
Bracelets, and all that beef now I'm involved, was paperless
My cars were auctioned off, now I catch rides with kidnap-n***as
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 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
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]