In Between Us

Feat. Nas, T-Boz [Nas] Circumstances are like my 1st fight I lost It was swinging, my arms bugging, adrenaline pumping Oh shit, this little niggas thugging I mean, I was thirteen I was nursing a knot on my face But chose another time & a place That Id avenge my last fight cuz the same shit Aint going to 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 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 in your crew I do not respect killas, 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, niggas do as I do Keep your enemies close, where they can see you It not your enemy who get you It is always your own people It is always your own people It is always your own people It is always your own people It is always your own people

[T-Boz] Mass confusion, in my head Killing 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? & if that is the case Is it curable? Can you help me find my place? I cannot handle this, I am losing it With the loose grip I am 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, dont 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 yall see me up on top of my dough I get my money shit changed And niggers start looking at me different than this I am down to play the real nigger shit to get with a bitch But I ama tell a motherf*cker like this You going good is what you come up against Nigger you get what you get So the grass is greener on the other side of the fence But any attempts & you going to need the guy in the trench I ama starter while you riding the bench You saying you a player, weel I am the one designing your prints Smth to go by, to let these niggers know I Dont believe in letting shit slid, nigger going to die Best friends since high school seniors The homeboy demeanor, but let the bullshit come between us

[T-Boz] Mass confusion, in my head Killing 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? & if that is the case Is it curable? Can you help me find my place? I cannot handle this, I am losing it With the loose grip I am hanging on to emptiness Help your brother, save him from the Evil demons, in between us, came between us


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