STS - We Rise lyrics

[Hook: Dice Raw] Let's toast to our enemy's demise And raise our gla**es high Cuz' when they fall, we rise And you can see the fear in they eyes Let's toast to emcees across the world And then to our old girls Who fell victim to the game Then toast to our new flames [Verse 1: Dice Raw] Silver, gold, platinum, palladium I dream of precious metals and how to obtain them I have nightmares about the ghetto that I came from Fantasize of k**ing competition but there ain't none Yo, f** hot, I'm talking 400 fahrenheit These juvenile lyricists can't compare to Dice I'm hip hop's savior, I'm compared to Christ Walk like I walk, it could change your life So rock on ice with Condoleezza Rice My stocks up while you pay the after market price The bubble pops, the second one I lick a shot The crown falls, I pick it up and dust it off And then I place it on the head of the real boss Page 3, section B, number 2 clause In my Jam Boys contract is tear the roof off And never show love to ya'll goofballs [Hook: Dice Raw] [Verse 2: Truck North] Amongst the champagne gla**es Toast to the good and bad times that pa**ed us Narrow cast, been aiming for the ma**es Stay about a dollar like a strip club dancer Until they add up, it's still grind time And scared money ain't nothing like mine Between the prince and the pauper, there's a fine line Small things to a motherf**ing mastodon Tell your girl let em' breathe like the finest wine I'm a hundred miles and runnin' on an incline So ignant, malignant -- they all benign You can see it in they eyes, man they never lie It's all cla**ic, J-B magic Long line of girls just to get a quick trashing And then I leave them spun like a planet I'm talking cash sh**, cradle to the casket [Hook: Dice Raw] [Verse 2: S.T.S.] Twist a forty sack, the dutch can hold a dub I'm with a couple cougars, the 40–40 club I finally caught a buzz, so f** the cost of bub We grab the baddest b**hes, and raise the bottles up Don't try and follow us, cause we ain't role models I'm running n***as off the road in the old model Stone cobble, road rough, you know the game I'm sugar slim, light skin, you know the frame All terrain, what it doing it's all in vein I'm all-state with these flows, and sharing what I claim Broad straight to my arm, you know the cost of fame So many j**els in my verses, I never bought a chain It's all the same, ladies never seem to complain They see me clubbing, tell me "Sugar, keep doing ya' thing" My gla** is full, couple bottles on ice Toastin' d**h to the haters, boy, it's a wonderful life [Hook: Dice Raw]