Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In Between Us, artist - Scarface. Album song California Love, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.08.2010
Record label: Rud pixels
Song language: English
In Between Us |
| 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 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 |
| 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 |