Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Watch Yo Enemy , by - Mike-DRelease date: 04.12.2003
Song language: English
Watch Yo Enemy |
| We been all around the world, and it’s all the same |
| See these niggas ain’t changed, and the game is strange |
| (get off your ass, too early to lay it down |
| We on a mission for big heads, and y’all can’t hold us down) |
| These niggas don’t want the riches, these niggas want the bitches |
| Wide bodies with switches, platinum pieces that glisten |
| My paper rowdy to start, man I been on the grind |
| Sacrificing and paying dues, to shine and get mine |
| From the dope game to the rap game, from the rap game to the dope game |
| Street niggas feel our pain, we grave diggers for the fame |
| From rocks to blocks, and duct taping 'em up |
| Dragging boys out they boots, on that big head hunt |
| It was all in the making, a young youth with loot |
| Street smart plus heart, migrated to the booth |
| Had to put my boogie down, with them ducks and pounds |
| Wrapped up and compressed, to distract them bloodhounds |
| As time evolved, I kept my 40 for squealers |
| K ept them young broads kneeling, as my paper hit the ceiling |
| This game we’re revealing baby, is sold out to' |
| Taking trips around the world, serving raw by the load cause I been |
| I been all around this world, and nothing changed |
| Gold diggers looking for niggas, with ghetto fame |
| Boys aiming, to impress these hoes |
| While gorillas they bout scrilla, masterplanning all my X and O’s |
| Scratching and core it, I’m all out for it |
| I can’t ignore it, so I’ma stack it I’ma store it |
| Til' it’s millionaire status, in a millionaire’s palace |
| Niggas wrists and chests, fifty plus karats |
| Lifestyles of the rich and lavish |
| Bumps and bruises got me dropping off, out here trying to manage the damage |
| Keep me scrambling and rambling, from H-Town to Dallas |
| Texas G’s, and no we won’t panic |
| I know it’s hard, for you foreigners to understand it |
| Respect is demanded, or boys getting knocked off with the cannon |
| I went, on a quest a r ound this planet |
| For the scrilla and got it, everywhere that I landed |
| I been all around the world, and it’s all the same |
| People struggle and hustle, but you gotta maintain |
| From Texas to Maine, it’s the same in every hood |
| Gotta get up off your ass, to make shit all good |
| Riding leather and wood, cause boys don’t like that |
| Tilting my dob hat, on a mission for my stacks |
| Haters trying to hold you back, and keep a playa down |
| But S.S.P. |
| shine forever, Screwed Up underground |
| How you like us now, we worldwide and legit |
| Ghetto dreams came true, cause it’s money over a bitch |
| 3−2 will never switch, just cause my paper get long |
| Cause you can’t take it, with you when you gone |
| From swangas and two prone, to sitting on twinkies |
| Brick homes and bank accounts, with iced out piece watch and pinkies |
| This game done got janky, so I’m heated all times |
| On a grind, all around the world getting mine |
| (Peaches) |
| Get off your ass, oooh and stack your cash |
| It’s too early, it’s too early to lay it down |
| Oh yeah-yeah, ooh yeah-yeah-yeah oooh yeah oh |