2 Pac - Enemies With Me Lyrics
2pac-Young thugs in this mother*****erDont break up the fight, let em rumbleDont make enemies with meI try to tell these mother*****ers they aint seeDont make enemies with meSome say my criminal experience is legendaryI do whats necessaryNiggas wanna see me burriedWorried, if you coming hurriedI aint going down, ***** the world Im a thugTell em cant nothing stop me but a slugI went from drug dealing to a shot callerFrom off the block, no longer rockAnd putting money in my pocket, nationwide baller***** nigga Im prepared to die, before I fryI hit the weed so I be forever highMy eyes has seen so much in misery, so before I fleeI open fire let the lord pick the first to bleed*****es dont wanna see me leave, forever thuggingTell em bury me a g on everything I loveAnd ***** the law cause the raw niggas aint freeThis pictures clear but we cant see, hahahaThis game is jealousy, dont let em changeThats what they keep on telling me, mother***** the fameI cant sleep cause I keep hearing peeps? ? ? ? wrapped in my sheetsDont make enemies with meI try to tell these mother*****ers they aint seeDont make enemies with meRather ***** with these other other little gsDont make enemies with me, niggaI try to tell these mother*****ers they aint seeDont make enemies with me***** with these other other little gsDont make enemies with meMutah with k-dogg in brackets-The game is getting deeper with this I couldnt stop, Im reminisingAnd having flashbacks when them niggas came up missing(wish in my heart, these niggas they aint have to startNow therefore they gotta see in darkPlayed the part with heart when we spark they partRunning silly through the court) they dont really wanna start(how you wanna do? ) yo k, anywayThese mother*****ers wanna play we can do it all daySo I stay (sipping on my aray to keep my head fineAnd Im where? everywhere from here to bedtime)And I squeeze when I say Im comingStraight gunning on enemies if its really me that they wanting(cause it aint nothing, yall niggas is frontingDo you really want it? niggas dying...)2pac-Dont make enemies with meI try to tell these mother*****ers they aint seeDont make enemies with meYoud rather ***** with these other other little gsDont make enemies with meI try to tell these mother*****ers they aint seeDont make enemies with meYoud rather ***** with these other other little gsDont make enemies with meBig mal with yak in brackets-Now, were in 94, niggas get bust through the do? cup? in a flash sittin on that ass (and rarely fold)Galitter tell em bout that trife shit (you wanna fight?I wanna light shit, you lose your life *****)A nigga struggle too hard for what I gotHustle (and doubled every *****ing yard that I cop and stopHell nah! I coulndt see itFacing a century in the penatentury but so be it)And jesus couldnt help me out the state(prepare for an early date to see my fate at the pearly gateBut wait) no time for stalling (but death is calling)You wanna stomp on it somebodys gotta start falling(true, what I do from sun up) is for a come up(wake up with my gun up) cause when I sneak thats when they run up(so its time to spray like rayAnd put the freeze on these fake gs) you know how we do2pac-Dont make enemies with meI try to tell these mother*****ers they aint seeDont make enemies with meYoud rather ***** with these other other little gsDont make enemies with me, niggaI try to tell these mother*****ers they aint seeDont make enemies with meYoud rather ***** with these other other little gsDont make enemies with meWhat nigga? young mother*****ing thugs, lets out do itDont make enemies with me niggaYall better ***** with these other niggasAnd I dont see itDont make enemies with meMother*****ers is fatal niggaI swear by the godsDont make enemies with me niggaNiggas gonna see they caskets *****ing with these bastardsDont make enemies with meIts for all these mother*****ers thats swearing to godThat they be doing somethingDont make enemies with meThat they touching somethingThat they being somethingYall niggas aint shitThats on my mama bring the drama, niggaYoung thugs, ***** the drugsThese niggas making records, yall niggas best to check itCause yall gonna get yo ***** toreThey tearing patches out you niggas assAll yall niggas, I dont give a ***** who you running withThis is thug life nigga, the new generation mother*****erYoung thugs we chin checking all you junior high school mother*****ersYall better feel this shit, dont make enemies with these niggasYou better be friendly mother*****er, I swear to godWe running through, smile from handshake
