2Pac Enemies With Me Lyrics

Young Thugs in this ************
Don't break up the fight, let 'em rumble
Don't make enemies with me
I Try to tell these ************s they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me

Some say my criminal experience is legendary
I do what's necessary
******s wanna see me buried
Worried, if you coming hurried

I ain't going down, **** the world I'm a thug
Tell 'em can't nothing stop me but a slug
I went from drug dealing to a shot caller
From off the block, no longer rock

And putting money in my pocket, nationwide baller
***** ****** I'm prepared to die, Before I fry
I hit the weed so I be forever high
My eyes has seen so much in misery, So before I flee

I open fire let the lord pick the first to bleed
*****es don't wanna see me leave, forever thugging
Tell 'em bury me a G on everything I love
And **** the law 'cause the raw ******s ain't free

This picture's clear but we can't see, hahaha
This game is jealousy, Don't let 'em change
That's what they keep on telling me, ********** the fame
I can't sleep 'cause I keep hearing peeps
? wrapped in my sheets

Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these ************s they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
Rather **** with these other other little Gs

Don't make enemies with me, ******
I try to tell these ************s they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
**** with these other other little Gs
Don't make enemies with me

The game is getting deeper with this I couldn't stop, I'm reminiscing
And having flashbacks when them ******s came up missing
(Wish in my heart, these ******s they ain't have to start
Now therefore they gotta see in dark

Played the part with heart when we spark they part
Running silly through the court) They don't really wanna start
(How you wanna do?) Yo K, anyway
These ************s wanna play we can do it all day

So I stay (Sipping on my aray to keep my head fine
And I'm where? Everywhere from here to bedtime)
And I squeeze when I say I'm coming
Straight gunning on enemies if it's really me that they wanting

('Cause it ain't nothing, y'all ******s is fronting
Do you really want it? ******s dying...)

Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these ************s they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
You'd rather **** with these other other little Gs

Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these ************s they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
You'd rather **** with these other other little Gs
Don't make enemies with me

Now, we're in '94, ******s get bust through the do'
Cup? in a flash sittin' on that *** (And rarely fold)
Galitter tell 'em bout that trife **** (You wanna fight?
I wanna light ****, you lose your life *****) bee-yacht!

A ****** struggle too hard for what I got
Hustle (And doubled every ****ing yard that I cop and stop
Hell nah! I coulnd't see it
Facing a century in the penatentury but so be it)

And Jesus couldn't help me out the state
(Prepare for an early date to see my fate at the pearly gate
But wait) No time for stalling (But death is calling)
You wanna stomp on it somebody's 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 that's when they run up
(So It's time to spray like Ray
And put the freeze on these fake Gs) You know how we do

Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these ************s they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
You'd rather **** with these other other little Gs

Don't make enemies with me, ******
I try to tell these ************s they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
You'd Rather **** with these other other little Gs
Don't make enemies with me

What ******? Young **********ing thugs, let's out do it
Don't make enemies with me ******
Y'all better **** with these other ******s
And I don't see it

Don't make enemies with me
************s is fatal ******
I swear by the Gods
Don't make enemies with me ******

******s gonna see they caskets ****ing with these bastards
Don't make enemies with me
It's for all these ************s that's swearing to God
That they be doing something

Don't make enemies with me
That they touching something
That they being something
Y'all ******s ain't ****

That's on my mama bring the drama, ******
Young Thugs, **** the drugs
These ******s making records, y'all ******s best to check it
'Cause y'all gonna get yo ******* tore

They tearing patches out you ******s ***
All y'all ******s, I don't give a **** who you running with
This is thug life ******, the new generation ************
Young Thugs we chin checking all you junior high school ************s

Y'all better feel this ****, don't make enemies with these ******s
You better be friendly ************, I swear to God
We running through, smile from handshake

Written by: Tupac Amaru Shakur, Mutah W. Beale, Katari T. Cox, Yafeu Fula, Malcolm Greenidge, Ricky Rouse, Kevin Rhames, Christopher Walker, Randy Walker, Ou0027shea Jackson, Steven R. Arrington, Charles C. Carter, Waung Hankerson, Roger Parker, Keith Boxely, Eric T. Sadler, Garry Marshall Shider, David L. Spradley, George Jr. Clinton
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave

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