(feat. Nas, Tanya Herron)



[Nas]

Circumstances are like my first fight I lost

It was swinging, my arms bugging, adrenaline pumping

Oh shit, this little nigga'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 shit

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, its the fastlife

I try to give another nigga advice, shoot dice

Do plenty of shit cuz this life, how many you get?

How many niggas do you know get two

Besides a nigga who snitch to skip a life-bid, be one a' your crew

I don't respect killers, 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, niggas 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

It's always your own people

It's always your own people

It's always your own people

It's always your own people



[Chorus: Tanya Herron]

Mass confusion, in my head

Killing 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



[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 thang

I get my money shit changed

And niggas start looking at me different than this

I'm downplay the real of this shit to get with a bitch

But I'ma tell a motherfucker like this

You only good as what you come up against

Nigga you get what you get

Sure the grass 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 niggas know I

Don't believe in letting shit slide, nigga gonna die

Best friends since high school seniors

But the homeboys are meaner, they let the bullshit come between us

 

[Chorus]