The Game - Enemy (Feat. Wyclef Jean, Damian Marley) | Текст песни

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• The Game
• Enemy (Feat. Wyclef Jean, Damian Marley)

Bullet, Bullet. Dont pull it if u ain't gonna use it, bullet, bullet, bullet, bullet, bullet, bullet.
Bullet, Bullet. Dont pull it if u ain't gonna use it, bullet, bullet, bullet, bullet

Pick up, pick up, this i stick up, stick up
Nobody do something to pick up pick up
Call 911, nobody pick up, pick, cuz the goverment dont care about

Niggas, Niggas.
An the hood turn niggas to cop killers, killers
We come through ridin' on them three wheelas, wheelas
It's kill or be killed in my village, village
For the love of the money, them cat pillars, pillars
We run trough your hood like godzilla, godzilla
With guns big enough to kill gorilla, gorilla.

In the club we shinin'
Vivi es' diamonds,and we still bad boys like Mary o' Winders

We hotter than a fucking chinchilla, chilla
We strapped but don't tell it to the squealer, squealer
Them kingston gangstas don't fill up, fill up
Snitch boys get buck 50, and the grillem', grillem'

Chorus

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Enemy Line, Enemy Line. Dont be caught with your chopper in the enemy line.
Enemy Line, Enemy Line, how there in Compton, the Enemy Line

Bullet, Bullet. Don't pull it if u ain't gonna use it, bullet, bullet, bullet, bullet, bullet, bullet.
Bullet, Bullet. Don't pull it if u ain't gonna use it, bullet, bullet, bullet, bullet

Coralian is the ultimate high, who gon' stop shottas, the gun datters
They give me one more chance like BIG Poppa, to make it hotter
But who's hotter than a rude boy that flow a rasta... farian
Me and my entourage walk up in the party and smoke that bitch out like a Ducati and I'm that nigga that pull triggers like treasures.
I push your blood klaat head, for that fucking Rolex.

Then past the millimeter to left front side
Rude boys never die, we multiply.
Me and Damian Marley, Wyclef and the Fugee army
(Pick up, pick up the bad man there)

Twentytwo bullets, but not lettin' into England
Niggers starting to singing, drama what we bring them
We money makers, no time for the haters
Cuz hustla in Jamacia, right in Jamaica

Bullet, Bullet. Don't pull it if u ain't gonna use it, bullet, bullet, bullet, bullet, bullet, bullet.
Bullet, Bullet. Don't pull it if u ain't gonna use it, bullet, bullet, bullet, bullet.

Me a di not get it with no fo to eatin'......

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