[Verse 1: 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 lightning
Hit 'em or slice 'em
Either stick 'em or blast pipes, it's the fastlife
I try to give another n***a advice, shoot dice
Do plenty of sh** cause 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 a' your crew
I don't respect k**ers, I respect O.G. knowledge
Codes of the streets got new rules, but no guidance
Lessons, detrimental 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's not your enemy who get you
It's always your own people (x5)
[Hook: Tanya Herron]
Ma** confusion, in my head
k**ing me, driving me mad
Got me wondering, can I trust my friends?
Cuz they stick me in my back every chance they get
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 a loose grip I'm hanging on to emptiness
Help your brother, save him from the
Evil demons in between us, came between us
[Verse 2: Scarface]
I know you hate me, don't you
I bet you sit and wish 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***as start looking at me different than this
And downplay the real n***a sh** to get with a b**h
But I'mma tell a motherf**er like this
You only good as what you come up against
n***a you get what you get
Sure 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, well I'm the one designing your prints
Something to go by, to let these n***as know I
Don't believe in letting sh** slide, n***a gonna die
Best friends since high school seniors
Where the homeboys are meaner, but let the bullsh** come between us
[Hook: Tanya Herron]
Ma** confusion, in my head
k**ing me, driving me mad
Got me wondering, can I trust my friends?
Cuz they stick me in my back every chance they get
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 a loose grip I'm hanging on to emptiness
Help your brother, save him from the
Evil demons in between us, came between us
[Outro: Scarface]
Ay this um...
This song right here dedicated to the homie Curtis Davis
We love you home, Big Mello, RIP
Facemob for life