Lyrics to Fall Down

[Intro]:



Yo, a nigga hungry

Still starving tho, you heard?

Fuck with ya boy, (clears throat)

Here we go, Yo



[Verse 1: Jay Storm]



Should I fall down, and then get up, or just give up, Got my wrist tuck

Because I promise my daddy I'll get the Benz Truck, before my wrist cut

I'm like nah, let me vent

(We ain't never own European before ya)

Let me in, let me in

And let me lift up, but the weed a make a nigga wanna trip up

And this shits tough, ayo Brave, tell these niggas how met down and now live up

For the music that we make, and that bull shit that is fake, we don't touch that

And my mind is a weapon, so this MC's Hammer a shoot at any second, can't touch this

And I know a few dudes that'll want this, so I keep on going until I run this

And we're sitting on music that is abundant, taking all the pressure they tell me that it'll come with, nah

(I was thinking about my baby girl when I wrote this, that's my daughter by the way, for all you trifling ass hoes)

Think 'bout my fam, and think 'bout my man

Think 'bout the fact, we'll live out our plans

And nah not V, we'll live it out but not he

See, he's the one to over see, me and Biz kill it over seas

Peace, I gotta let the beat breathe, Rest in Peace Sheek

(I know how much he meant to y'all)



[Hook]:



We fall down, but we get up

We fall down, but we get up

We fall down



[Verse 2: Sho-Biz]



New Rich niggas don't play nigga, me and Storm O.Dog/Caine nigga

Fuck giving up I gotta get it all now, rap ain't got no 401K nigga

Tell them niggas they ain't safe, hell yeah we heard yo' tape nigga

You should hit the lab and re-do them songs put it out again next May nigga

We the new NWA nigga, laughing at all yo' hate nigga

Everything I do is just me and my brother we like Shawn and Marlon Wayans nigga

Rest in Peace V, I know you see me, they questioning what could they do to defeat me

But we the motherfucking answers like a cheat sheet

Even momma know, knock 'em all down like dominoes

If you ain't talking all kinds of doe then it's suck a dick nigga vamanos

Presidential bars Obama flow, bomb after bomb Osama though

I bet Ty-Ty just picked up his phone and called Hov like I swear to God you better sign 'em bro

If you ain't talking bucks then don't talk to us, you adding fuel to the fire you just sparking us

It ain't a Mill or better then don't offer us, the strong move quiet and we don't talk too much

I was piss poor, now my whole click ball like Chris Paul, flow outta this world like lift off

Now my team on my back like my jersey Kris Kross and they pissed off

(Rest in Peace to the homy Chris Kelly, meant a lot to the game)



[Hook]:



We fall down, but we get up

We fall down, but we get up

We fall down