4 My Enemies Lyrics

4 My Enemies lyrics

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[Hollow Tip]

I spend too many days... on the street

Too many nights wit heat

I got my mind right, heart strong

Quick on my feet, I never retreat

I write my lifestyle to the beat

I try to slow down

But I'm in this lifestyle too deep

I can't sleep unless the Hennessy's poppin'

My enemy's plottin' to leave a nigga dead

Wit my memory forgotten

The streets is watchin'

Niggas is rottin', bodies is droppin'

Heats is cockin'

Leavin' the "ride or die" option

Don't I spend

Through the spot fulla eight block men

Rockin', big jewels, we got it locked in

It ain't no stoppin'

The way I do business wit a few killas

Got to shake a few niggas to get my true skrilla

But yo I'm back again

Throw away gats and Henn

Fly outta Sac and then

Come back wit scratch and film

I never scratch my Tims

When shit get rough and rugby

I guess the streets just love me

Or only God can judge me

These niggas try to mug me

They think I'm sippin' bubbly

But I'm just sippin' Henny

Ready to leave you bloody

The situation' ugly

These niggas wanna slug me

I'll even fuck wit the pistol

And make you niggas love me



[Chorus]

Yo this is 4 my enemies

You prayin' for me to fall

I'm a ball, for nothin' but y'all, stand tall

4 my enemies [4 my enemies]

Niggas payin' they bread to see me dead

Put two in my head for what I said

4 my enemies [4 my enemies]

You can suck my dick

I'd rather die wit the four-fifth

And die like a bitch

4 my enemies [4 my enemies]

You'll never take me alive

I'm hard to survive

Ride-da-da-da-da-da [echoes out]



[Hollow Tip]

This is 4 my enemies

I see you plottin' and grinnin'

Tryna cock block the women

Bust shots in my linen

Stop pretendin', you hated me from the beginnin'

And you still playa hatin' in the ninth innin'

So I'm a break it down

I never took it and don't take it now

Slip in the clip

Dip, hit niggas wit fatal rounds

See I'm from California

We hustle on the corner

If I ain't ridin' wit cha

My niggas ridin' on ya

And that's just how it is

Fuck all that coward shit

These niggas gotta know it

I'm on a power trip

Who wanna make a move?

Who got some shit to prove?

Then bust your heater nigga

We ain't got shit to lose

I wanna get it started

Come at you cold hearted

I'll look you in yo eyes

Empty the whole cartridge

You gon' get it really

I think these niggas silly

Stab me in my back

So they can get the skrilly

My nigga light the philly

And we gon' ride to city

I'm comin' for that bitch nigga that ripped me

Try to hit me

But real niggas land on they feet

Northside, North High, for life, H Street



[Chorus] x 2