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Enemy [bink Remix] Lyrics - The Remix Project - D.i.t.c.

I drive up and down Harlem blocks 

Iced down medallions cops think I'm selling rocks 

Pulling me over too see if I'm drunk 

but I'm soberm they wouldn't fuck with me if I drove a Nova 

 

Listen Columbo you're mad because your money come slow 

And what you make in a year I make in one show 

Now you want to frisk me and search my ride 

Call me all kinda names try to hurt my pride 

 

You're just mad 'cause I'm a young cat 

Pockets dumb fat, talkin' bout where the gun at 

I been there and done that 

I'm through with that illegal life I'm stayin' legit 

 

I love to see cars come cruisin' bye and playin' my shit 

I walk around with six thou without the pistol 

My whole click's wild I'm rich Pah 

No more sticks I'm makin' hits now 

 

I drink Cristal I'm through breaking laws 

I don't sell coke anymore I do tours 

So get that flashlight out of my face 

To bring me down Jake do whatever it takes 

 

Word up them federals got my phone and my house tapped 

Praying that I fall for the mouse trap, I doubt that 

 

[Chorus] 

Why do I end up in so much shit 

I don't came way too far to be calling it 

Jake want to lock me up even though I'm legit 

They can't stand to see a young brother pockets get thick 

 

Hey yo enough is enough federals try to set me up 

Put me in cuffs and crush what I lost into dust 

Plus they want a nigga 

But they know Big Joey Crack ain't never rat a cat that he know 

 

I left the streets alone, and almost killed his mama 

So I'm a keep doin' what I'm doin' 

Pursuin' my dream til there enough cream to start my own union 

And show these kids how legit it is 

 

Shit is real I use a steel but now I own several businesses 

So where is your witness that you claim to have sayin' 

Extortin' New York and not payin' tax 

I lean back playin' the role playin' too low 

 

But it's the same ol Joe so don't get K.O. 

Hey yo I'm gonna fry for what I never did 

 

[Chorus: x2] 

 

What would you do if the vicious enemy suddenly started comin 

at you armed to the teeth and ready to kill you 

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