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[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 lightning Hit 'em or slice 'em Either stick 'em or blast pipes, its the fastlife I try 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 a' your crew I don't respect killers, I respect O.G. knowledge Codes of the streets got new rules, but no guidance Lessons, detrimental 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's 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 Songtexte [Chorus: Tanya Herron] Mass confusion, in my head Killing me, driving me mad Got me wondering, can I trust my friends? Cuz 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 place? I can't handle this, I'm losing it With a 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 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 Well ya'll see me up on top of my thang I get my money shit changed And niggas start looking at me different than this I'm downplay the real of this 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 Sure 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, 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 But the homeboys are meaner, they let the bullshit come between us [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania