In Between Us

Feat. Nas, T-Boz

[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 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 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'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?

Cuz 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 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 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?

cuz 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 loose grip I'm hanging on to emptiness

Help your brother, save him from the

Evil demons, in between us, came between us