Nas, Scarface, Megaski - In Between Us lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas, Scarface, Megaski - In Between Us lyrics]
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
It's the fastlife
I try to give another nigga advice
Shoot dice
Do plenty of shit cause 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 OG 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
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
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 dough
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'mma 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
With a homeboys demeanor
But let the bullshit come between us
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
Ay this um this song right here dedicated to
The homie Curtis Davis
We love you home, Big Mello, RIP
Facemob for life
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
It's the fastlife
I try to give another nigga advice
Shoot dice
Do plenty of shit cause 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 OG 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
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
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 dough
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'mma 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
With a homeboys demeanor
But let the bullshit come between us
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
Ay this um this song right here dedicated to
The homie Curtis Davis
We love you home, Big Mello, RIP
Facemob for life