My Enemies Lyrics - Hood Hop - J-kwon

They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes 

Ridin' thinkin' I don't know 

They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes 

Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors 

I wake up knowin' I'm bout to see 'em all in my face 

Like wat up? These muthafuckers all over the place 

I'm fed up homie I'm angry and I need me my space 

And good luck with all that thinkin' you gonna take my place 

So a lotta niggas in this club popin' bub that's phony 

Actin' like they got nothin' but love for the homie 

Straight two face, they like them niggas at Sony 

Now ain't you the mayor? I'm the one and only 

For the longest me and my niggas been hittin' 

This town like a storm 

And now you gotta see me and penny arm to arm 

One day you don't get it, keep tryin' nigga 

Ya right you ballin', keep lyin' nigga 

I know a llot a ballers, half of 'em hatin' me 

Bankrupt bitch you must ain't see my moms lately 

Be damned if you like me, give a fuck what you rate me 

I only know two words the nigga thats payin' me 

Now we fin stop talkin' shit about J.D 

'Cuz he been doin' this shit since yall was babies 

How you goin' try to degrade me? 

Yall ain't my friends think I ain't crazy 

My enemies dressed in my friends clothes 

Ridin' thinkin' I don't know 

They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes 

Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors 

They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes 

Ridin' thinkin' I don't know 

They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes 

Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors 

I wake up knowin' I'm 'bout to see'em all in my face 

Like wat up? These muthafuckers all over the place 

I'm fed up homie I'm angry and I need me my space 

And good luck with all that thinkin' you gonna take my place 

Now I'ma chicka chill till the moment I lose mine 

And when I lose mine gun stores gonna lose nines 

I thought you knew Kwon keep eight on the waist line 

I'm from the Lou, Kwon flip ace to waste time 

I spit it for nigga so you don't feel my shit 

She a whore I don't like her you can kill my bitch 

You wanna war what for I peel this bitch 

Body lifted, nothin' with it I don't need this shit 

You my enemy dressed in my friends clothes 

But when there's a shoot out 

You do better than Shaq do with free throws 

A bunch of niggas trippin' they got the game wrong 

A bunch of niggas feelin' like me who bumpin' the same song 

I'm evil, why you thinkin' you gonna take my spot? 

Waitin' till my album drop, quit thinkin' you Pac 

And you rappin' hardcore and you knowin' you pop 

And you sayin' you a realer when you knowin' you not 

They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes 

Ridin' thinkin' I don't know 

They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes 

Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors 

They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes 

Ridin' thinkin' I don't know 

They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes 

Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors 

I wake up knowin' I'm bout to see 'em all in my face 

Like wat up? These muthafuckers all over the place 

I'm fed up homie I'm angry and I need me my space 

And good luck with all that thinkin' you gonna take my place 

They my enemies