Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Enemy, artist - Big L. Date of issue: 10.06.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Enemy |
| I drive up and down harlem blocks, iced out watch |
| Knots in my socks, cops think Im selling rocks |
| Pulling me over too see if Im drunk |
| But Im sober they wouldnt fuck with me if I drove a nova |
| Listen columbo youre mad because your money come slow |
| And what you make in a year I make in one show |
| Now you wanna frisk me and search my ride |
| Call me all kinda names try to hurt my pride |
| Youre just mad cause Im a young cat, pockets dumb fat |
| Talkin bout where the gun at, I been there and done that |
| Im through with that illegal life, Im stayin legit |
| I love to see cars come cruisin bye and playin my shit |
| I walk around with six thou without a pist-al, my whole clicks wild |
| Im rich pal, no more sticks Im makin hits now |
| I drink cristal, Im through breakin laws |
| I dont sell coke anymore, I do tours |
| So get that flashlight out of my face |
| To bring me down them jakesll do whatever it takes |
| Word up them federals got my phone and my house tapped |
| Praying that I fall for the mouse trap, I doubt that |
| Chorus: big l Why do I end up in so much shit |
| I done came way too far to be callin it quits |
| Jake wanna lock me up even though Im legit |
| They cant stand to see a young brother pockets get thick |
| Aiyyo enoughs enough, federals try to set me up Put me in cuffs and crush what I lust into dust |
| Plus, they want a nigga sewed, but they know |
| Big joey crack aint never rat a cat that he know |
| Fo sho, death before dishonor; |
| I left the streets alone |
| Since tone deceased it almost killed his mama |
| So ima keep doin what Im doin |
| Pursuin my dream til there enough cream to start my own union |
| And show these kids how legit it is Shit is real I used to steal but now I own several businesses |
| So wheres your witness that you claim to have, sayin that Im takin half |
| Extortin new york and not payin tax |
| Im layin back, playin the role, playin the low |
| But its the same ol joe so dont get k.o.d |
| Hey yo Im gonna fry for what I never did |
| Or catch a heavy bid, why dont they just let a nigga live? |
| «what would you do. |
| If the vicious enemy suddenly started comin at you. |
| Armed to the teeth, and ready to kill you? |
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