Big L - The Enemy (feat. Fat Joe) (Prod. DJ Premier) | Текст песни

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• The Enemy (feat. Fat Joe) (Prod. DJ Premier)

Fuck who did I offend
Rappers sit...
sit back I'm 'bout to...
sit... sit back I'm...
sit... sit... sit... sit... sit back I'm 'bout to begin
sit... sit back I'm 'bout...
sit... sit... sit back I'm 'bout...
'bout... 'bout... 'bout to begin
sit... sit... sit back...
sit... sit... sit back... back
sit back I'm 'bout... I'm bout to begin
sit... sit back... back... back... back... back
I'm 'bout to be... be... be... be... begin...

[Big L]

I drive up and down Harlem blocks
iced out watch, knots in my socks, cops think I'm sellin' rocks
Pullin' me over, to see if I'm drunk, but I'm soba
They wouldn't fuck with me if I drove a Nova
Listen Columbo, you 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
You just mad cause I'm a young cat, pockets dumb fat
Talkin' bout: Where the gun at?
I been there and done that
I'm through with that illegal life, I'm stayin' legit
I love to see cars come cruisin' by, playin' my shit
I walk around with six thou' without a pist-ol, my whole cliques wild
I'm rich pal, no more sticks, I'm makin' hits now
I drink Cristal, I'm through breakin' laws
I don't sell coke anymore, I do tours
So get that flashlight outta my face
To bring me down them jakes'll 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

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 I'm legit
(They can't stand to see a young brotha pockets get thick)

[Fat Joe]

Hey yo, enough's enough, federals try to set me up
Put me in cuffs and crush what I lust into dust
Plus, they want a nigga sold, but they know
Big Joey Crack'll never rat a cat that he know
For sho', death before dishonor
I left the streets alone since Tone deceased, it almost killed his mama
So I'ma keep doin' what I'm doin'
Pursuin' my dream 'til there's 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 where's your witnesses you claim to have,
sayin that I'm takin' half, extortin' New York, and not payin' tax?
I'm layin' back, playin' the role, playin' the low
But it's the same ol' Joe, so don't get K.O.d
Ayyo, I'm gonna fry for what I never did, or catch a heavy bid
Why don't they just let a nigga live?

[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 I'm legit
(They can't stand to see a young brotha pockets get thick)

Ayyo, 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 I'm legit
(They can't stand to see a young brotha pockets get thick)

[Unknown]

What would you do
If a vicious enemy suddenly started coming at you
Armed to the teeth
And ready to kill you?

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