| New York niggas soundin' like they was born in Atlanta
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| Jersey niggas soundin' like they was born in Atlanta
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| Philly do the same, hope y’all niggas pardon my manners
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| Niggas man up, ridin' dicks, see I’m really just not a fan of
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| If Pac was alive, I bet he’d know what the plan was
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| If B.I.G. |
| was alive, I bet he’d know what the scam was, huh
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| It be the day that they ever showin' this man love
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| I ain’t here for no damn buzz, nigga, I give my fans blood
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| Sweat and tears, my enemies best beware
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| I’m rememberin' them days
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| That they prayed that my death was near
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| Yeah, I bleed redemption, my vision is three dimensions
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| Relieve the tension 'cause there’s some shit that I need to mention
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| Fuck Will Smith and his wife for corruptin' Jaden
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| And fuck them rich crackers supportin' shit he portrayin'
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| You don’t like what I’m sayin', you really think the truth hurts?
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| The truth is, a couple of lies is probably gon' do worse
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| I’m too turnt, fuck a mixtape, or album or best of
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| And fuck ya favorite artist if he ain’t tryin' to invest blood
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| I stepped up, worship the soul and given the flesh up
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| Shootin' out Black’s Thoughts
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| Because he ain’t showin' my Quest Love
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| The Roots of all evil in people see what that check does
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| We ridin' on them people who never tried to respect us
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| Yeah, y’all niggas gon' remember me
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| When I’m ridin' on my enemies
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| We ridin' on our enemies
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| Comin' for they neck won’t even let 'em breathe
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| Those who don’t respect don’t know my pedigree
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| So I’m screamin' death to all my enemies
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| We ridin' on our enemies
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| Comin' for they neck won’t even let 'em breathe
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| Those who don’t respect don’t know my pedigree
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| So I’m screamin' death to all my enemies
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| Male niggas actin' like they was born with vaginas
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| Female niggas actin' like they was born in designer
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| What I offer is minor, couple thoughts to revive ya
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| A fire breathin' rebel that’s filled with scorchin' saliva
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| Tell ya boss to advise ya, I’m nothin' to be playin' with
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| Handlin' guerillas’ll kill them niggas who ain’t equipped
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| Who you know as insane as this?
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| I don’t come with no entourage
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| Show up with my wife and my kids
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| And blow out ya brains with this
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| Thoughts on the wall, yeah, that’s how you paint the pic
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| Play the part of Basquiat, bet ya life I’ma change the script
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| I bleed redemption, my vision’s in three dimensions
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| Relieve the tension 'cause there’s some shit that I need to mention
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| Fuck Bruce Jenner for switchin' genders on TV
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| Somewhere there’s a youngin like «Momma, think that can be me?»
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| Well damn, I told you my vision’s 3D
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| But it’ll take the soul of your son for you to believe me
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| And they gon' say I’m racist and hateful, and homophobic
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| Sort like Trump and that garbage he told his voters
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| Fuck it as long as you own it, think the fans can respect that
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| Always said what I felt, and I swear I’ll never regret that
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| Yeah, here’s a story to break through
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| Your day one nigga’s been jealous since day two
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| And I dare a nigga tell me this logic it ain’t true
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| They tellin' lies, tryin' to see if this gossip disgrace you
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| RIDE ON 'EM…
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| We ridin' on our enemies
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| Comin' for they neck won’t even let 'em breathe
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| Those who don’t respect don’t know my pedigree
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| So I’m screamin' death to all my enemies
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| We ridin' on our enemies
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| Comin' for they neck won’t even let 'em breathe
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| Those who don’t respect don’t know my pedigree
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| So I’m screamin' death to all my enemies |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Enemies , by - Ransom. Song from the album Greatest Rapper Alive, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп