[{"id":4197613,"name":"In Between Us","trackName":"In Between Us","artistName":"Scarface","albumName":"The Best of Scarface","duration":193.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Circumstances are like my first fight i lost\nIt was swinging, my arms bugging, adrenaline pumping\nOh shit, this little nigger's thugging\nI mean, i was thirteen\nI was no singer, knot on my face\nBut no chose another time and a place\nThat i would revenge my last fight cuz the same shit\nAin't gonna happen that just happen last night\nKnuckle-game changed quicker than lighting\nHit 'em, slice 'em\nEither stick 'em or blast pipes, its the fastlife\nMy product give another nigger advice, shoot dice\nDo plenty of shit cuz this life, how many you get?\nHow many niggers do you know gte two\nBesides a nigger who snitch to skip a life-bid\nBe one in your crew\nI don't respect killers, i respect thoughtout knowledge\nCodes of the streets got new rules, but no guidance\nLessons, catch your mental to a young disciple\nFocus, take care of your brothers, niggers do as i do\nKeep your enemies close, where they can see you\nIt not your enemy you get you\nIt's always your own people\nIt's always your own people\nIt's always your own people\nIt's always your own people\nIt's always your own people\n\nMass confusion, in my head\nKilling me, driving me mad\nI be wondering, can i trust my friends?\nWill they stab me in my back everytime they can?\nAm i paranoid? and if that's the case\nIs it curable? can you help me find my place?\nI can't handle this, i'm losing it\nWith the little strength i'm hanging on to emptiness\nHelp your brother, save him from the\nEvil demons, in between us, came between us\n\nI know you hate me, don't you\nI bet you sitting, wishing my time never came\nYou probably rather see me die in the game\nYou probably rather see me die in a plane\nWell ya'll see me up on top of my dough\nI get my money shit changed\nAnd niggers start looking at me different than this\nI'm down to play the real nigger shit to get with a bitch\nBut i'ma tell a motherfucker like this\nYou going good is what you come up against\nNigger you get what you get\nSo the grass is greener on the other side of the fence\nBut any attempts and you gonna need the guy in the trench\nI'ma starter while you riding the bench\nYou saying you a player, weel i'm the one designing your prints\nSomething to go by, to let these niggers know i\nDon't believe in letting shit slid, nigger gonna die\nBest friends since high school seniors\nThe homeboy demeanor, but let the bullshit come between us\n\nMass confusion, in my head\nKilling me, driving me mad\nI be wondering, can i trust my friends?\nWill they stab me in my back everytime they can?\nAm i paranoid? and if that's the case\nIs it curable? can you help me find my place?\nI can't handle this, i'm losing it\nWith the little strength i'm hanging on to emptiness\nHelp your brother, save him from the\nEvil demons, in between us, came between us","syncedLyrics":"[00:19.54] Circumstances are like my first fight i lost\n[00:21.98] It was swinging, my arms bugging, adrenaline pumping\n[00:23.64] Oh shit, this little nigger's thugging\n[00:24.64] I mean, i was thirteen\n[00:25.69] I was no singer, knot on my face\n[00:26.79] But no chose another time and a place\n[00:26.95] That i would revenge my last fight cuz the same shit\n[00:30.14] Ain't gonna happen that just happen last night\n[00:32.91] Knuckle-game changed quicker than lighting\n[00:35.13] Hit 'em, slice 'em\n[00:36.96] Either stick 'em or blast pipes, its the fastlife\n[00:37.95] My product give another nigger advice, shoot dice\n[00:40.65] Do plenty of shit cuz this life, how many you get?\n[00:42.70] How many niggers do you know gte two\n[00:45.96] Besides a nigger who snitch to skip a life-bid\n[00:47.90] Be one in your crew\n[00:51.09] I don't respect killers, i respect thoughtout knowledge\n[00:51.66] Codes of the streets got new rules, but no guidance\n[00:53.88] Lessons, catch your mental to a young disciple\n[00:56.27] Focus, take care of your brothers, niggers do as i do\n[00:59.12] Keep your enemies close, where they can see you\n[01:02.02] It not your enemy you get you\n[01:04.27] It's always your own people\n[01:07.06] It's always your own people\n[01:08.44] It's always your own people\n[01:09.87] It's always your own people\n[01:11.11] It's always your own people\n[01:12.06] Mass confusion, in my head\n[01:13.08] Killing me, driving me mad\n[01:14.66] I be wondering, can i trust my friends?\n[01:21.55] Will they stab me in my back everytime they can?\n[01:26.93] Am i paranoid? and if that's the case\n[01:32.44] Is it curable? can you help me find my place?\n[01:37.60] I can't handle this, i'm losing it\n[01:39.78] With the little strength i'm hanging on to emptiness\n[01:45.84] Help your brother, save him from the\n[01:51.49] Evil demons, in between us, came between us\n[01:58.13] I know you hate me, don't you\n[02:45.78] I bet you sitting, wishing my time never came\n[02:47.21] You probably rather see me die in the game\n[02:49.36] You probably rather see me die in a plane\n[02:51.25] Well ya'll see me up on top of my dough\n[02:53.26] I get my money shit changed\n[02:55.12] And niggers start looking at me different than this\n[02:56.65] I'm down to play the real nigger shit to get with a bitch\n[03:00.83] But i'ma tell a motherfucker like this\n[03:03.22] You going good is what you come up against\n[03:04.14] Nigger you get what you get\n[03:06.00] So the grass is greener on the other side of the fence\n[03:07.00] But any attempts and you gonna need the guy in the trench\n[03:09.51] I'ma starter while you riding the bench\n[03:12.22] You saying you a player, weel i'm the one designing your prints\n[03:14.23] Something to go by, to let these niggers know i\n[03:17.99] Don't believe in letting shit slid, nigger gonna die\n[03:20.38] Best friends since high school seniors\n[03:23.37] The homeboy demeanor, but let the bullshit come between us\n[03:25.35] Mass confusion, in my head\n[03:28.70] Killing me, driving me mad\n[03:33.23] I be wondering, can i trust my friends?\n[03:37.44] Will they stab me in my back everytime they can?\n[03:45.66] Am i paranoid? 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and if that's the case\n  Is it curable? can you help me find my place?\n  I can't handle this, i'm losing it\n  With the little strength i'm hanging on to emptiness\n  Help your brother, save him from the\n  Evil demons, in between us, came between us\n\n  I know you hate me, don't you\n  I bet you sitting, wishing my time never came\n  You probably rather see me die in the game\n  You probably rather see me die in a plane\n  Well ya'll see me up on top of my dough\n  I get my money shit changed\n  And niggers start looking at me different than this\n  I'm down to play the real nigger shit to get with a bitch\n  But i'ma tell a motherfucker like this\n  You going good is what you come up against\n  Nigger you get what you get\n  So the grass is greener on the other side of the fence\n  But any attempts and you gonna need the guy in the trench\n  I'ma starter while you riding the bench\n  You saying you a player, weel i'm the one designing your prints\n  Something to go by, to let these niggers know i\n  Don't believe in letting shit slid, nigger gonna die\n  Best friends since high school seniors\n  The homeboy demeanor, but let the bullshit come between us\n\n  Mass confusion, in my head\n  Killing me, driving me mad\n  I be wondering, can i trust my friends?\n  Will they stab me in my back everytime they can?\n  Am i paranoid? and if that's the case\n  Is it curable? can you help me find my place?\n  I can't handle this, i'm losing it\n  With the little strength i'm hanging on to emptiness\n  Help your brother, save him from the\n  Evil demons, in between us, came between us\n"},{"id":32536481,"name":"In Between Us (Mixed)","trackName":"In Between Us (Mixed)","artistName":"Scarface","albumName":"The Best of Scarface","duration":193.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Circumstances are like my first fight I lost\nIt was swinging, my arms bugging\nAdrenaline pumping, oh shit, this little nigga's thugging\nI mean, I was thirteen, I was nursing a knot on my face\nBut chose another time and a place\nThat I would avenge my last fight\n'Cause the same shit ain't gon' happen that just happened last night\nKnuckle game change quicker than lightning\nHit 'em or slice 'em, either stick 'em or blast pipes\nIt's the fast life, I try to give another nigga advice\nShoot dice, do plenty of shit\n'Cause this life, how many you get?\nHow many niggas do you know get two?\nBesides a nigga who snitched to skip a life bid\nBe one of your crew\nI don't respect killers, I respect OG knowledge\nCodes of the streets got new rules, but no guidance\nLessons detrimental to a young disciple\nFolks, take care of your brothers, niggas do as I do\nKeep your enemies close where they can see you\nIt's not your enemy who get you, it's always your own people\n(It's always your own people, it's always your own people\nIt's always your own people, it's always your own people)\n\nMad confusion in my head\nKillin' me, driving me mad\nGot me wondering, can I trust my friends?\n'Cause they stick me in my back every chance they get\nAm I paranoid? And if that's the case\nIs it curable? Can you help me find my place?\nI can't handle this, I'm losing it\nWith a loose grip, I'm hanging on to emptiness\nHelp your brother, save him from the\nEvil demons in between us\nCame between us\n\nI know you hate me, don't you?\nI bet you sit and wish my time never came\nYou'd probably rather see me die in a gang\nYou'd probably rather see me die in a plane\nThan to see me up on top of my thang\nI get my money, shit change\nAnd niggas start lookin' at me different than this\nAnd downplay the real nigga shit to get with a bitch\nBut I'ma tell a motherfucker like this\nYou only good as what you come up against\nNigga, you get what you get\nFor sure the grass is greener on the other side of the fence\nBut any attempts and you gon' meet the guy in the trench\nI'm a starter while you ridin' the bench\nYou sayin' you a player, well I'm the one designed you your prints\nSomethin' to go by to let these niggas know I\nDon't believe in letting shit slide, nigga gon' die\nBest friends since high school seniors\nWith a homeboy's demeanor\nAnd let the bullshit come between us","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: In Between Us (Mixed)\n  artist: Scarface\n  album: The Best of Scarface\n  duration_ms: 193000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Circumstances are like my first fight I lost\n  It was swinging, my arms bugging\n  Adrenaline pumping, oh shit, this little nigga's thugging\n  I mean, I was thirteen, I was nursing a knot on my face\n  But chose another time and a place\n  That I would avenge my last fight\n  'Cause the same shit ain't gon' happen that just happened last night\n  Knuckle game change quicker than lightning\n  Hit 'em or slice 'em, either stick 'em or blast pipes\n  It's the fast life, I try to give another nigga advice\n  Shoot dice, do plenty of shit\n  'Cause this life, how many you get?\n  How many niggas do you know get two?\n  Besides a nigga who snitched to skip a life bid\n  Be one of your crew\n  I don't respect killers, I respect OG knowledge\n  Codes of the streets got new rules, but no guidance\n  Lessons detrimental to a young disciple\n  Folks, take care of your brothers, niggas do as I do\n  Keep your enemies close where they can see you\n  It's not your enemy who get you, it's always your own people\n  (It's always your own people, it's always your own people\n  It's always your own people, it's always your own people)\n\n  Mad confusion in my head\n  Killin' me, driving me mad\n  Got me wondering, can I trust my friends?\n  'Cause they stick me in my back every chance they get\n  Am I paranoid? And if that's the case\n  Is it curable? Can you help me find my place?\n  I can't handle this, I'm losing it\n  With a loose grip, I'm hanging on to emptiness\n  Help your brother, save him from the\n  Evil demons in between us\n  Came between us\n\n  I know you hate me, don't you?\n  I bet you sit and wish my time never came\n  You'd probably rather see me die in a gang\n  You'd probably rather see me die in a plane\n  Than to see me up on top of my thang\n  I get my money, shit change\n  And niggas start lookin' at me different than this\n  And downplay the real nigga shit to get with a bitch\n  But I'ma tell a motherfucker like this\n  You only good as what you come up against\n  Nigga, you get what you get\n  For sure the grass is greener on the other side of the fence\n  But any attempts and you gon' meet the guy in the trench\n  I'm a starter while you ridin' the bench\n  You sayin' you a player, well I'm the one designed you your prints\n  Somethin' to go by to let these niggas know I\n  Don't believe in letting shit slide, nigga gon' die\n  Best friends since high school seniors\n  With a homeboy's demeanor\n  And let the bullshit come between us\n"},{"id":24810632,"name":"Scarface ft. 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Can you help me find my place?\nI can't handle this, I'm losing it\nWith the little strength I'm hanging on to emptiness\nHelp your brother, save him from the\nEvil demons, in between us, came between us\n\nI know you hate me, don't you\nI bet you sitting, wishing my time never came\nYou probably rather see me die in the game\nYou probably rather see me die in a plane\nWell ya'll see me up on top of my dough\nI get my money shit changed\nAnd niggers start looking at me different than this\nI'm down to play the real nigger shit to get with a bitch\nBut I'ma tell a motherfucker like this\nYou going good is what you come up against\nNigger you get what you get\nSo the grass is greener on the other side of the fence\nBut any attempts and you gonna need the guy in the trench\nI'ma starter while you riding the bench\nYou saying you a player, weel I'm the one designing your prints\nSomething to go by, to let these niggers know I\nDon't believe in letting shit slid, nigger gonna die\nBest friends since high school seniors\nThe homeboy demeanor, but let the bullshit come between us\n\nMass confusion, in my head\nKilling me, driving me mad\nI be wondering, can I trust my friends?\nWill they stab me in my back everytime they can?\nAm I paranoid? and if that's the case\nIs it curable? 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Can you help me find my place?\n[01:42.88] I can't handle this, I'm losing it\n[01:48.10] With the little strength I'm hanging on to emptiness\n[01:53.35] Help your brother, save him from the\n[01:57.15] Evil demons, in between us, came between us\n[02:45.75] I know you hate me, don't you\n[02:47.35] I bet you sitting, wishing my time never came\n[02:49.38] You probably rather see me die in the game\n[02:51.02] You probably rather see me die in a plane\n[02:53.12] Well ya'll see me up on top of my dough\n[02:54.93] I get my money shit changed\n[02:56.48] And niggers start looking at me different than this\n[02:58.93] I'm down to play the real nigger shit to get with a bitch\n[03:01.70] But I'ma tell a motherfucker like this\n[03:03.62] You going good is what you come up against\n[03:05.63] Nigger you get what you get\n[03:06.98] So the grass is greener on the other side of the fence\n[03:09.37] But any attempts and you gonna need the guy in the trench\n[03:12.35] I'ma starter while you riding the bench\n[03:14.09] You saying you a player, weel I'm the one designing your prints\n[03:17.53] Something to go by, to let these niggers know I\n[03:20.07] Don't believe in letting shit slid, nigger gonna die\n[03:22.96] Best friends since high school seniors\n[03:25.45] The homeboy demeanor, but let the bullshit come between us\n[03:28.73] Mass confusion, in my head\n[03:32.95] Killing me, driving me mad\n[03:37.64] I be wondering, can I trust my friends?\n[03:42.60] Will they stab me in my back everytime they can?\n[03:48.16] Am I paranoid? and if that's the case\n[03:53.17] Is it curable? Can you help me find my place?\n[03:58.41] I can't handle this, I'm losing it\n[04:03.58] With the little strength I'm hanging on to emptiness\n[04:08.95] Help your brother, save him from the\n[04:14.11] Evil demons, in between us, came between us\n[04:21.73] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Scarface ft. 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and if that's the case\nIs it curable? can you help me find my place?\nI can't handle this, i'm losing it\nWith the little strength i'm hanging on to emptiness\nHelp your brother, save him from the\nEvil demons, in between us, came between us\n\nI know you hate me, don't you\nI bet you sitting, wishing my time never came\nYou probably rather see me die in the game\nYou probably rather see me die in a plane\nWell ya'll see me up on top of my dough\nI get my money shit changed\nAnd niggers start looking at me different than this\nI'm down to play the real nigger shit to get with a bitch\nBut i'ma tell a motherfucker like this\nYou going good is what you come up against\nNigger you get what you get\nSo the grass is greener on the other side of the fence\nBut any attempts and you gonna need the guy in the trench\nI'ma starter while you riding the bench\nYou saying you a player, weel i'm the one designing your prints\nSomething to go by, to let these niggers know i\nDon't believe in letting shit slid, nigger gonna die\nBest friends since high school seniors\nThe homeboy demeanor, but let the bullshit come between us\n\nMass confusion, in my head\nKilling me, driving me mad\nI be wondering, can i trust my friends?\nWill they stab me in my back everytime they can?\nAm i paranoid? and if that's the case\nIs it curable? can you help me find my place?\nI can't handle this, i'm losing it\nWith the little strength i'm hanging on to emptiness\nHelp your brother, save him from the\nEvil demons, in between us, came between us","syncedLyrics":"[00:19.54] Circumstances are like my first fight i lost\n[00:21.98] It was swinging, my arms bugging, adrenaline pumping\n[00:23.64] Oh shit, this little nigger's thugging\n[00:24.64] I mean, i was thirteen\n[00:25.69] I was no singer, knot on my face\n[00:26.79] But no chose another time and a place\n[00:26.95] That i would revenge my last fight cuz the same shit\n[00:30.14] Ain't gonna happen that just happen last night\n[00:32.91] Knuckle-game changed quicker than lighting\n[00:35.13] Hit 'em, slice 'em\n[00:36.96] Either stick 'em or blast pipes, its the fastlife\n[00:37.95] My product give another nigger advice, shoot dice\n[00:40.65] Do plenty of shit cuz this life, how many you get?\n[00:42.70] How many niggers do you know gte two\n[00:45.96] Besides a nigger who snitch to skip a life-bid\n[00:47.90] Be one in your crew\n[00:51.09] I don't respect killers, i respect thoughtout knowledge\n[00:51.66] Codes of the streets got new rules, but no guidance\n[00:53.88] Lessons, catch your mental to a young disciple\n[00:56.27] Focus, take care of your brothers, niggers do as i do\n[00:59.12] Keep your enemies close, where they can see you\n[01:02.02] It not your enemy you get you\n[01:04.27] It's always your own people\n[01:07.06] It's always your own people\n[01:08.44] It's always your own people\n[01:09.87] It's always your own people\n[01:11.11] It's always your own people\n[01:12.06] Mass confusion, in my head\n[01:13.08] Killing me, driving me mad\n[01:14.66] I be wondering, can i trust my friends?\n[01:21.55] Will they stab me in my back everytime they can?\n[01:26.93] Am i paranoid? and if that's the case\n[01:32.44] Is it curable? can you help me find my place?\n[01:37.60] I can't handle this, i'm losing it\n[01:39.78] With the little strength i'm hanging on to emptiness\n[01:45.84] Help your brother, save him from the\n[01:51.49] Evil demons, in between us, came between us\n[01:58.13] I know you hate me, don't you\n[02:45.78] I bet you sitting, wishing my time never came\n[02:47.21] You probably rather see me die in the game\n[02:49.36] You probably rather see me die in a plane\n[02:51.25] Well ya'll see me up on top of my dough\n[02:53.26] I get my money shit changed\n[02:55.12] And niggers start looking at me different than this\n[02:56.65] I'm down to play the real nigger shit to get with a bitch\n[03:00.83] But i'ma tell a motherfucker like this\n[03:03.22] You going good is what you come up against\n[03:04.14] Nigger you get what you get\n[03:06.00] So the grass is greener on the other side of the fence\n[03:07.00] But any attempts and you gonna need the guy in the trench\n[03:09.51] I'ma starter while you riding the bench\n[03:12.22] You saying you a player, weel i'm the one designing your prints\n[03:14.23] Something to go by, to let these niggers know i\n[03:17.99] Don't believe in letting shit slid, nigger gonna die\n[03:20.38] Best friends since high school seniors\n[03:23.37] The homeboy demeanor, but let the bullshit come between us\n[03:25.35] Mass confusion, in my head\n[03:28.70] Killing me, driving me mad\n[03:33.23] I be wondering, can i trust my friends?\n[03:37.44] Will they stab me in my back everytime they can?\n[03:45.66] Am i paranoid? and if that's the case\n[03:47.79] Is it curable? can you help me find my place?\n[03:52.88] I can't handle this, i'm losing it\n[03:58.10] With the little strength i'm hanging on to emptiness\n[04:03.29] Help your brother, save him from the\n[04:08.56] Evil demons, in between us, came between us\n[04:52.74] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: In Between Us\n  artist: Scarface\n  album: Lyricist. 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and if that's the case\n  Is it curable? can you help me find my place?\n  I can't handle this, i'm losing it\n  With the little strength i'm hanging on to emptiness\n  Help your brother, save him from the\n  Evil demons, in between us, came between us\n\n  I know you hate me, don't you\n  I bet you sitting, wishing my time never came\n  You probably rather see me die in the game\n  You probably rather see me die in a plane\n  Well ya'll see me up on top of my dough\n  I get my money shit changed\n  And niggers start looking at me different than this\n  I'm down to play the real nigger shit to get with a bitch\n  But i'ma tell a motherfucker like this\n  You going good is what you come up against\n  Nigger you get what you get\n  So the grass is greener on the other side of the fence\n  But any attempts and you gonna need the guy in the trench\n  I'ma starter while you riding the bench\n  You saying you a player, weel i'm the one designing your prints\n  Something to go by, to let these niggers know i\n  Don't believe in letting shit slid, nigger gonna die\n  Best friends since high school seniors\n  The homeboy demeanor, but let the bullshit come between us\n\n  Mass confusion, in my head\n  Killing me, driving me mad\n  I be wondering, can i trust my friends?\n  Will they stab me in my back everytime they can?\n  Am i paranoid? 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and if that's the case\nIs it curable? can you help me find my place?\nI can't handle this, i'm losing it\nWith the little strength i'm hanging on to emptiness\nHelp your brother, save him from the\nEvil demons, in between us, came between us\n\nI know you hate me, don't you\nI bet you sitting, wishing my time never came\nYou probably rather see me die in the game\nYou probably rather see me die in a plane\nWell ya'll see me up on top of my dough\nI get my money shit changed\nAnd niggers start looking at me different than this\nI'm down to play the real nigger shit to get with a bitch\nBut i'ma tell a motherfucker like this\nYou going good is what you come up against\nNigger you get what you get\nSo the grass is greener on the other side of the fence\nBut any attempts and you gonna need the guy in the trench\nI'ma starter while you riding the bench\nYou saying you a player, weel i'm the one designing your prints\nSomething to go by, to let these niggers know i\nDon't believe in letting shit slid, nigger gonna die\nBest friends since high school seniors\nThe homeboy demeanor, but let the bullshit come between us\n\nMass confusion, in my head\nKilling me, driving me mad\nI be wondering, can i trust my friends?\nWill they stab me in my back everytime they can?\nAm i paranoid? and if that's the case\nIs it curable? can you help me find my place?\nI can't handle this, i'm losing it\nWith the little strength i'm hanging on to emptiness\nHelp your brother, save him from the\nEvil demons, in between us, came between us","syncedLyrics":"[00:19.54] Circumstances are like my first fight i lost\n[00:21.98] It was swinging, my arms bugging, adrenaline pumping\n[00:23.64] Oh shit, this little nigger's thugging\n[00:24.64] I mean, i was thirteen\n[00:25.69] I was no singer, knot on my face\n[00:26.79] But no chose another time and a place\n[00:26.95] That i would revenge my last fight cuz the same shit\n[00:30.14] Ain't gonna happen that just happen last night\n[00:32.91] Knuckle-game changed quicker than lighting\n[00:35.13] Hit 'em, slice 'em\n[00:36.96] Either stick 'em or blast pipes, its the fastlife\n[00:37.95] My product give another nigger advice, shoot dice\n[00:40.65] Do plenty of shit cuz this life, how many you get?\n[00:42.70] How many niggers do you know gte two\n[00:45.96] Besides a nigger who snitch to skip a life-bid\n[00:47.90] Be one in your crew\n[00:51.09] I don't respect killers, i respect thoughtout knowledge\n[00:51.66] Codes of the streets got new rules, but no guidance\n[00:53.88] Lessons, catch your mental to a young disciple\n[00:56.27] Focus, take care of your brothers, niggers do as i do\n[00:59.12] Keep your enemies close, where they can see you\n[01:02.02] It not your enemy you get you\n[01:04.27] It's always your own people\n[01:07.06] It's always your own people\n[01:08.44] It's always your own people\n[01:09.87] It's always your own people\n[01:11.11] It's always your own people\n[01:12.06] Mass confusion, in my head\n[01:13.08] Killing me, driving me mad\n[01:14.66] I be wondering, can i trust my friends?\n[01:21.55] Will they stab me in my back everytime they can?\n[01:26.93] Am i paranoid? and if that's the case\n[01:32.44] Is it curable? can you help me find my place?\n[01:37.60] I can't handle this, i'm losing it\n[01:39.78] With the little strength i'm hanging on to emptiness\n[01:45.84] Help your brother, save him from the\n[01:51.49] Evil demons, in between us, came between us\n[01:58.13] I know you hate me, don't you\n[02:45.78] I bet you sitting, wishing my time never came\n[02:47.21] You probably rather see me die in the game\n[02:49.36] You probably rather see me die in a plane\n[02:51.25] Well ya'll see me up on top of my dough\n[02:53.26] I get my money shit changed\n[02:55.12] And niggers start looking at me different than this\n[02:56.65] I'm down to play the real nigger shit to get with a bitch\n[03:00.83] But i'ma tell a motherfucker like this\n[03:03.22] You going good is what you come up against\n[03:04.14] Nigger you get what you get\n[03:06.00] So the grass is greener on the other side of the fence\n[03:07.00] But any attempts and you gonna need the guy in the trench\n[03:09.51] I'ma starter while you riding the bench\n[03:12.22] You saying you a player, weel i'm the one designing your prints\n[03:14.23] Something to go by, to let these niggers know i\n[03:17.99] Don't believe in letting shit slid, nigger gonna die\n[03:20.38] Best friends since high school seniors\n[03:23.37] The homeboy demeanor, but let the bullshit come between us\n[03:25.35] Mass confusion, in my head\n[03:28.70] Killing me, driving me mad\n[03:33.23] I be wondering, can i trust my friends?\n[03:37.44] Will they stab me in my back everytime they can?\n[03:45.66] Am i paranoid? 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