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