Testo In Between Us - Scarface

Testo della canzone In Between Us (Scarface), tratta dall'album The Best of Scarface

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
'Cause the same shit ain't gon' happen that just happened last night
Knuckle game change quicker than lightning
Hit 'em or slice 'em, either stick 'em or blast pipes
It's the fast life, 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 snitched to skip a life bid
Be one of 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
Folks, 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)
Mad confusion in my head
Killin' me, driving me mad
Got me wondering, can I trust my friends?
'Cause 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'd probably rather see me die in a gang
You'd probably rather see me die in a plane
Than to see me up on top of my thang
I get my money, shit change
And niggas start lookin' 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
For sure the grass is greener on the other side of the fence
But any attempts and you gon' meet the guy in the trench
I'm a starter while you ridin' the bench
You sayin' you a player, well I'm the one designed you your prints
Somethin' to go by to let these niggas know I
Don't believe in letting shit slide, nigga gon' die
Best friends since high school seniors
With a homeboy's demeanor
And let the bullshit come between us



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Writer(s): Mike Dean, Brad Jordan, Nasir Jones, Michael L. Sandlofer
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