Verse 1[Nas]



Circumstances are like my first fight I lost

It was swinging, my arms bugging, adrenaline pumping

Oh shit, this little nigga's thuggin'

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 happen 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 don't respect killers, I respect O.G. knowledge

Codes of the streets got new rules, but no guidance

Lessons, catch detremental 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's 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 [T-Boz]



Mass confusion, in my head

Killing me, driving me mad

Got me wonderin, can I trust my friends?

Will 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 ways?

I can't handle this, I'm losing it

With a loose grip I'm hangin' on to emptiness

Help your brother, save him from the

Evil demons, in between us, came between us



Verse 2 [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

Then to see me up ontop of my game

I get my money shit changed

And niggas start looking at me different than this

and downplay the real nigga 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

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 playa, 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

The homeboys were meaner, they let the bullshit come between us



Chorus x2