Helloween - Rise And Fall lyrics

(feat. Black Child, Caddillac Tah, Young Merc)

[Caddillac Tah]

Yeah..

Yeah, yeah, yo

I got a knack for pushin crack, and cookin raw coke

Fresh off the boat, no vest but I tote, and wear it like a coat

I'm starin through the scope, with one eye open and one shut

Zero in on the target, spark him and watch his head bust

Ain't shit to discuss, unless it's moneybags

or the SK-8, drop Jag with funny tags

Homey laugh now but die later when the lead dump

And double barrel slugs like Elmer Fudd, I'm handsome

[Black Child]

Some of your favorite rappers is flamin, I'm bangin things at them

They claim they gangster, lettin mens give brains to them

I aim the stainless, let the games begin

Bang bang dangerous, my gun gang famous

My hoes don't speak english, catch 'em at the foreign money exchange

New Armani leather in the Range

When you see my gang, tuck in your chain

We stuck in the game, we fuckin the same, bang!

[Chorus: INC]

[Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business (bang!)

[B.C.] Shout out my niggaz en route to riches (bang!)

[B.C.] I doubt we different, hustlers pitchin (bang!)

[B.C.] And we all gon' get away, all my niggaz say

[Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business (yeah!)

[B.C.] Whatta, bout my bitches who mouth is ridiculous (yeah!)

[B.C.] Gettin money and nigga it's insignificant (yeah! what?)

[B.C.] Always get your pay, I love it when I hear 'em say

[Black Child]

It's back to business, stackin riches

If you, act suspicious, it's a Wrap like Reynolds

Black Continental, mac outta the window

Black's out of his mental, I black out with pistols

It ain't confidential, all the shit I been through

Now I'm gettin money and a mill' is essential

Bang bang, nigga, 'til the day we die

A tooth for a tooth and a eye for a eye

[Caddillac Tah]

Nigga you know it's, business befo' pleasure, money over chicks

Dummies in the clip, nickel on my hip patrollin through the strip

Bet a stack, head crack, no rollin to the six

Scoop up my chips, then I split, with my beautiful bitch

Like Jada Pinkett Smith, for that paper I leave stinkin and stiff

Your pinky and wrist, and your necklace

Get removed nigga, my wolves is playin hardball

Leavin him bloody like a Pelican Bay yard brawl

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]

Who wanna know why I got so much beef with so many rappers?

Drama, it's the INC redrum spun backwards

Karma, is a muh'fucker watch your actions

Cause the clip to the max slips in bananas

I catch fire like matches {*whew*} then blow out

And the flyest crews goin the fastest

Pull up to the hottest club in New York, with my hazards on

No tags, I just drove it off the showroom floor

Straight cash, bout my paper, I'm on my gangster

Doin this shit for ten years, niggaz I'm major

Maybach and all that, same behaviour

Money over bitches, bitches over strangers

Guns befo' bangers but bangers do

For niggaz that had enough and ain't got no clue

that they can get slayed, flex and get sprayed

And spin they head like yo' hottest DJ's, motherfuckers!

[Chorus]

[Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business..