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| Scarface The Fix In Between Us [Nas] Circumstances are like my first fight I lost It was swinging, my arms bugging, adrenaline pumping Oh shit, this little nigger's thugging I mean, I was thirteen I was no singer, knot on my face But no chose another time and a place That I would revenge my last fight cuz the same shit Ain't gonna happen that just happen last night Knuckle-game changed quicker than lighting Hit 'em, slice 'em Either stick 'em or blast pipes, its the fastlife My product give another nigger advice, shoot dice Do plenty of shit cuz this life, how many you get? How many niggers do you know gte two Besides a nigger who snitch to skip a life-bid Be one in your crew I don't respect killers, I respect thoughtout 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, niggers do as I do Keep your enemies close, where they can see you It not your enemy you 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] Mass confusion, in my head Killing me, driving me mad I be wondering, can I trust my friends? Will 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 little strength 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 shit changed And niggers start looking at me different than this I'm down to play the real nigger shit to get with a bitch But I'ma tell a motherfucker 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 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 niggers know I Don't believe in letting shit slid, nigger gonna 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? Will 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 little strength I'm hanging on to emptiness Help your brother, save him from the Evil demons, in between us, came between us |
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