Feat. Nas, T-Boz
[Nas]
Circumstances are like my first fight I lost
It was swinging, my arms bugging, adrenaline pumping
Oh sh**, this little n***a's thugging
I mean, I was thirteen
I was nursing a knot on my face
But chose another time and a place
That I would avenge my last fight cuz the same sh**
Ain't gonna happen that just happened last night
Knuckle-game changed quicker than lighting
Hit 'em or slice 'em
Either stick 'em or blast pipes, its the fastlife
I tried to give another n***a advice, shoot dice
Do plenty of sh** cuz this life, how many you get?
How many n***as do you know get two?
Besides a n***a who snitch to skip a life-bid
Be one in your crew
I don't respect k**as, I respect those with knowledge
Codes of the streets got new rules, but no guidance
Lessons, catch your mental to a young disciple
Focus, take care of your brothers, n***as do as I do
Keep your enemies close, where they can see you
It not your enemy who get you
It's always your own people
It's always your own people
It's always your own people
It's always your own people
It's always your own people
[T-Boz]
Ma** confusion, in my head
k**ing me, driving me mad
I be wondering, can I trust my friends?
Cuz they stab me in my back everytime they can?
Am I paranoid? and if that's the case
Is it curable? Can you help me find my place?
I can't handle this, I'm losing it
With the loose grip I'm hanging on to emptiness
help your brother, save him from the
Evil demons, in between us, came between us
[Scarface]
I know you hate me, don't you
I bet you sitting, wishing my time never came
You probably rather see me die in the game
You probably rather see me die in a plane
Well ya'll see me up on top of my dough
I get my money sh** changed
And n******gs start looking at me different than this
I'm down to play the real n******g sh** to get with a b**h
But I'ma tell a motherf**er like this
You going good is what you come up against
n******g you get what you get
So the gra** is greener on the other side of the fence
But any attempts and you gonna need the guy in the trench
I'ma starter while you riding the bench
You saying you a player, weel I'm the one designing your prints
Something to go by, to let these n******gs know I
Don't believe in letting sh** slid, n******g gonna die
Best friends since high school seniors
The homeboy demeanor, but let the bullsh** come between us
[T-Boz]
Ma** confusion, in my head
k**ing me, driving me mad
I be wondering, can I trust my friends?
cuz they stab me in my back everytime they can?
Am I paranoid? and if that's the case
Is it curable? Can you help me find my place?
I can't handle this, I'm losing it
With the loose grip I'm hanging on to emptiness
Help your brother, save him from the
Evil demons, in between us, came between us