Scarface, Nas - In Between Us

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Circumstances are like my first fight I lost\nIt was swinging, my arms bugging, adrenaline pumping\nOh shit, this little nigger’s thugging\nI mean, I was thirteen\nI was no singer, knot on my face\nBut no chose another time and a place\nThat I would revenge my last fight 'cause the same shit\nAin’t gonna happen that just happen last night\nKnuckle-game changed quicker than lighting\nHit 'em, slice 'em\nEither stick 'em or blast pipes, its the fastlife\nMy product give another nigger advice, shoot dice\nDo plenty of shit 'cause this life, how many you get?\nHow many niggers do you know gte two\nBesides a nigger who snitch to skip a life-bid\nBe one in your crew\nI don’t respect killers, I respect thoughtout knowledge\nCodes of the streets got new rules, but no guidance\nLessons, catch your mental to a young disciple\nFocus, take care of your brothers, niggers do as I do\nKeep your enemies close, where they can see you\nIt not your enemy you get you\nIt’s always your own people\nIt’s always your own people\nIt’s always your own people\nIt’s always your own people\nIt’s always your own people\nMass confusion, in my head\nKilling me, driving me mad\nI be wondering, can I trust my friends?\nWill they stab me in my back everytime they can?\nAm I paranoid? and if that’s the case\nIs it curable? Can you help me find my place?\nI can’t handle this, I’m losing it\nWith the little strength I’m hanging on to emptiness\nHelp your brother, save him from the\nEvil demons, in between us, came between us\nI know you hate me, don’t you\nI bet you sitting, wishing my time never came\nYou probably rather see me die in the game\nYou probably rather see me die in a plane\nWell ya’ll see me up on top of my dough\nI get my money shit changed\nAnd niggers start looking at me different than this\nI’m down to play the real nigger shit to get with a bitch\nBut I’ma tell a motherfucker like this\nYou going good is what you come up against\nNigger you get what you get\nSo the grass is greener on the other side of the fence\nBut any attempts and you gonna need the guy in the trench\nI’ma starter while you riding the bench\nYou saying you a player, weel I’m the one designing your prints\nSomething to go by, to let these niggers know I\nDon’t believe in letting shit slid, nigger gonna die\nBest friends since high school seniors\nThe homeboy demeanor, but let the bullshit come between us\nMass confusion, in my head\nKilling me, driving me mad\nI be wondering, can I trust my friends?\nWill they stab me in my back everytime they can?\nAm I paranoid? and if that’s the case\nIs it curable? Can you help me find my place?\nI can’t handle this, I’m losing it\nWith the little strength I’m hanging on to emptiness\nHelp your brother, save him from the\nEvil demons, in between us, came between us