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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gang Starr
Performer
Scarface
Vocals
Guru
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scarface
Composer
Chris Martin
Composer
H. Brown
Composer
H. Scott
Composer
C. Miller
Composer
Lowell Jordan
Composer
Lee Oskar
Composer
M. Dickerson
Composer
T. Allen
Composer
Keith Elam
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Premier
Producer
Eddie Sancho
Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer
Guru
Producer
Lyrics
Scandalous, money, greed, and lust
In this trife life, there ain't nobody you can trust
Plus there's no justice, it's just us
In fact, watchin' yo' back, it be a must
And each and everyday around the way gats bust
And jealous, so-called friends will try to set you up
It's called betrayal
Check the horror scene
The kid was like twelve or thirteen
Never had the chance like other kids to follow dreams
Watched his father catch two in the dome and to the spleen
Nothin' but blood everywhere, these streets are mean
They spared his life, but killed his moms and his sister Jean
Of course, over some drug shit
His pops was on some ill-out, spill your guts out, on some thug shit
Didn't know his boys was on some shady, no love shit
His pops got played out though, with silencers they laid him out, yo
Took his stash, and all the cash, and left him tied up on the couch, yo
With tape over his mouth
So he couldn't cry out, 'cause his dad was the **** with clout
Survival of the fittest, so they split his wig, no doubt
Despite the stockin' caps, he noticed the same cat
Who used to give him dough and taught him to use the same gat
Supposed to be like an Uncle, fam and all that
He could tell that it was him, 'cause he had on the same slacks
He wore when he took him to Meadowlands Racetrack
Why did he flip and go out like that?
It's called betrayal
Scandalous, money, greed, and lust
In this trife life, there ain't nobody you can trust
Plus there's no justice, it's just us
In fact, watchin' yo' back, it be a must
And each and everyday around the way gats bust
And jealous, so-called friends will try to set you up
It's called betrayal
He on a mission to become a ball player
Flip big Benzes, flossin' all gators
Had it all mapped out, a 6'8", 12th grader
Fresh outta school, he finna go make paper
Had a brother who was hustlin', collectin' his change
Never let his baby brother stick his neck in the game
Told him all he had to do is just enjoy the ride
And he ain't have to worry about money, 'cause that's in time
So now he's pacin' as the time moves slowly
Can't wait to face Shaquille in the paint and school Kobe
Kept his grades and stayed up under neighbourhood functions
And then a group of knuckleheads came through dumpin' (Came through dumpin')
So now he's sittin' on the sidewalk bleedin'
Fell into a puddle of his blood and he stopped breathin'
And everybody in the neighbourhood still grievin'
But destiny caught up with his ass and he got even
And all the cryin' in the world ain't gon' bring him back his brother
Sittin' at the wake, wipin' tears from his mother's eyes
Why'd the game have to go and take the young boys life?
Only the wicked live shife, payin' the price
While he's starin' at the shell, his brother's soul once held
The trigger man made bail
And you, wouldn't pay the boy his mail
And sacrificed your fuckin' family
And that's betrayal, betrayal, betrayal
Money, greed, and lust
In this trife life, there ain't nobody you can trust
Plus there's no justice, it's just us
In fact, watchin' yo' back, it be a must
And each and everyday around the way gats bust
And jealous, so-called friends will try to set you up
It's called betrayal
Written by: C. Miller, Chris Martin, H. Brown, H. Scott, Keith Elam, Lee Oskar, Lowell Jordan, M. Dickerson, Scarface, T. Allen