Well, the neighborhood bully, he's just one man, His enemies say he's on their land. They got him outnumbered about a million to one, He got no place
away "Are we... are we done?" A desk to organize A product to advertise A market to monopolize Movie stars you idolize Leaders to scandalize Enemies to neutralize No time to apologize
Imma tell it how it is and make no apology Black people, we our own worst enemy Jealousy, envy, so many frenamies Still got that house-nigga, field-nigga
re flooding down the streets The drains are clogged with autumn leaves I swore that I would stop When summertime was through But liquor's not the enemy
