| 作词 : Dean, Jones, Jordan, Sandlofer | |
| 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? cos 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 a gang | |
| 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 are meaner, but let the bullshit come between us | |
| Chorus x2 |
| zuo ci : Dean, Jones, Jordan, Sandlofer | |
| 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 | |
| Knucklegame 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 lifebid | |
| 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 TBoz | |
| Mass confusion, in my head | |
| Killing me, driving me mad | |
| Got me wonderin, can | |
| I trust my friends? cos 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 a gang | |
| 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 are meaner, but let the bullshit come between us | |
| Chorus x2 |
| zuò cí : Dean, Jones, Jordan, Sandlofer | |
| 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 | |
| Knucklegame 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 lifebid | |
| 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 TBoz | |
| Mass confusion, in my head | |
| Killing me, driving me mad | |
| Got me wonderin, can | |
| I trust my friends? cos 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 a gang | |
| 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 are meaner, but let the bullshit come between us | |
| Chorus x2 |
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