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Übersetzung: The Enemy. Dieser Song.
: Never has it been so sweet to your ear So lend it here and let go your fear And give a green light to the man on the mic And keep this beat cause it
black and dangerous by far, Young nation just trying to get this Young nation just trying to get this Just trying to get this
Fuck all these motherfucker's talking all this old bullshit Like niggas just gonna accept that old trash ass shit We ain't having none of this old shit
, callin to Jesus Ballin as a youngster, wonderin if he sees us Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes Livin in jail, this is hell, enemies
-hop When we ride, on our Enemies [Chorus] When we ride on our Enemies I bet you mothafuckas die When we ride On our Enemies When we ride on our Enemies
we hate the East coast, but that's funny Got a lot of love for, any niggaz gettin money I made a song about my enemies and niggaz tripped It was hip-hop
: [Tupac Talking] Shit, I'm a changed man Hey turn the lights up Still ballin', 2pac up in this bitch You know how we swing this shit Look [Verse
It don't take alot to keep a nigga hard must be a lady in tha light but real freaky in tha dark plus I got some enemies, baby hold my pistol and
: I ain't saying I'm innocent of all this I'm just saying This song is for y'all For all the times I mess up when we mess up Dear sister Got me twisted
from grace The foolish way, the pace is quick and great Smiling face, to hide the trace of heat But my homie would never do me wrong That's why I wrote this song
like the way this feel right here yo...turn me up in the head phones just a lil' bit yeah.. [50 Cent + (Lloyd Banks)] There ain't shit in this world
way, and if I'm strong, I might still break. And I don't have anything to share That I won't throw away into the air. That song is sung out. This bell
live in glass houses You talk shit; it's a price to bear You're only wrong until you get older Keep your friends close and your enemies closer Enemies
's goin down man, yo (yo) yo (yo) This how we do it [Chorus x2: Krayzie Bone] Now that I'm gone None of my enemies can hate on me now And all my friends
