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Big L

Genres: Hip-Hop

The Enemy Lyrics - Big L

I drive up and down Harlem blocks 

Iced out watch Knots in my socks 

Cops think I'm selling rocks 

Pulling me over to see if I'm drunk But I'm sober 

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 wanna 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 a pist-ol, my whole cliques wild 

I'm rich pal, no more sticks I'm makin hits now 

I drink Cristal, I'm through breakin' laws 

I don't sell coke anymore, I do tours 

So get that flashlight out of my face 

To bring me down them Jakes'll 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 

 

Why do I end up in so much shit? 

I done came way too far to be callin' it quits 

Jake wanna lock me up, even though I'm legit 

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

 

Aiyyo enough's enough, federals try to set me up 

Put me in cuffs and crush what I lust into dust 

Plus, they want a nigga soul, but they know 

Big Joey Crack'll never rat a cat that he know 

Fo' sho', death before dishonor; I left the streets alone 

Since Tone deceased it almost killed his mama 

So I'mma keep doin what I'm doin 

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

And show these kids how legit it is 

Shit is real, I used to steal but now I own several businesses 

So where's your witness that you claim to have, sayin' that I'm takin half 

Extortin' New York and not payin' tax? 

I'm laid back, playin the role, layin the low 

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

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

Or catch a heavy bid, why don't they just let a nigga live? 

 

Why do I end up in so much shit? 

I done came way too far to be callin' it quits 

Jake wanna lock me up, even though I'm legit 

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

Why do I end up in so much shit? 

I done came way too far to be callin' it quits 

Jake wanna lock me up, even though I'm legit 

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

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